The Seed That Grew into The Abyss

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Music

Compose until the end of time

My favorite melody is grime

My feelings I always confine

I always say I'm fine, never shine

More worthless than slime, no crime

Infuse thyme as I rhyme, no place is mine

Combine a vine and a choline, insane incline

My existence needs a reassign, its prime

Darting like an unstable mime, let me depart benign.

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