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Opium of the Amber.

Relax.
You could die
here, warm
and otherwise comfortable.

Hurdles await,
though rest assured
they would be surmounted.

Why reach out
for more?

A meaningless existence,
sure, but think
of the assured security.

Thick, comfy,
memory-foam boundaries
nurturing immobility,

inner eye forever fixed
on that ever-clear,
hopelessly numb,
endorphin-nurtured path
to the grave.

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