Left and right
Up, Down then over
One-hundred eighty two and nothing recovered
A tired cipher
Here or neither
The cup flushed
Clichés run discordant
Pantomimed, distorted
Results over worn
Features torn
Often queued, and
Shuffled come the time
Pleading ignorance while standing in line
The shape is stagnant there
Do not stare
Work the mess
This tampered web
Sift to cut the villains thread
No afterthought
Gordian knot
And leave here
Everything still in tact
With nothing left to threaten what you lack
Left, right and gone
Move on
-ao
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