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I’ve got this machine in my head,

Thudding tempest of my dread

I can’t stop it, I cannot flee,

It runs continuously,

Leitmotiv behind the curtain

Going round and round again,

Suppressing every other sound

In the darkness all around,

White noise amplified by the chug,

Rocking sea turns into drug,

I’m going mad, I want to scream,

Sanity goes up in steam…

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