What would one care of said dormant despairs,
With notions nailed furiously in frozen stares.
Heads held suspending self serving wares,
Ornaments of ornate ideas implement scares.
Nonchalant nerves trip thoughts ensnared,
Forming a fleshed falant of eyeing impaired.
Minds made for matter emit efforts en-layered,
And all inner instincts now needlessly unawared .
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