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A stare down at the knob of brassA door of silverThe darkness that lurks behind itof the evil unknownVirgin loins waiting to rob the soul of manVanityTainted in gold & all it’s glorySparkling glare of dirtof eternity in ruinsDisguised as pleasureLeisure measuresTailored for human witof borderline divinityof maladies & insanitiesCushioned & levered on a lump…