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Labels descend into blankness.

Avatars are never sad

And rarely disappoint.

Tweets leave their trail of

Exhaustion; potential

Cantors grey and slow

As mules. She would like

Suits with bells and sweet,

Whimsical Fluevog feet.

She opened the window

And bid her walk into

Optimism. Do not lie

About love, do not

Make these difficult

Waters a heavenly blur!

They led each other

To the screen, spread

The rim, and dove.