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Unsuccessful Recreations Kill

Unsuccessful recreations kill...
The body, soul and mind.
And those of innovative spirits.
As time stoppers watch...
Drugged on past performances,
Of a youthful grabbing of a crotch.

And nothing can redo them from wanting,
Hoping and dreaming for that one more hit.
One more deposit of fantasticness.

Something that screams 'This Is It'
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