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The conspirators are in the back.
They whisper of things we need not hear.
Through the door brother strolls,
The haggard day spells frazlement:
F-r-a-z-l-e-d
Little sister playing with half a friend,
Her better half is unavailable you see?
And I continue to observe in silence.
Always watching,
Never waiting.

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