poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Paper trade
sat himself in a little room the tired old man at the end of his days alone with only his recollections a life spent with machines and considered thought traded for paper [3 X 2016]
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