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an ambitious tribute
limited to the fabricated truth
before reverting
to the wild original
a ghostly show of youth
pounding under the sneering
at first the spooky detour went
from cacophonous to number one
a successful, repetitive moan
but stylishly traumatic
still turned on the biting
mad-at-me moments
quite a pretty scruffy fantasy
merged with a meditation
that didn't work but beat
the mythic into phone conversation
all about another reinvention
intentionally intense and stripped down
everyone was a similar number
combined with a license to just kill
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