My memory banks must be full,
a cascade failure is emanate soon,
decaying body, I can not take the strain,
purple spots and polka dots beseech me,
rhymes and riddles confuse me,
will life go on I do not know,
but a step forward is to win,
place or then show,
but I have leaped into eternity.
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