A Scrap, Some Flotsam

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Help me write a poem.

What exactly are you looking for?

Complete evaporation to the core.

Is there nothing more in store for you?

In beauty nothing, that much is true.

I am so old and yet so young

I have not the will to hold my tongue.

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