Boredom is sharp withdrawal
when her magic and science runs dry
the shakes and heaves crave
odious mind-sets and choicest tragedy
like a leech stuck on others
mainlining dramas not her own making
She supped upon apathy once
the taste was bitter beneath her mask
spells she cast were hollow
as pointless and futile as drudgery
and she missed her addiction
within the mediocrity of safe-housing
Once normality is twice jaded
she decreed to discover her Resolution
a hard-nosed mind most sure
to give her magic and science breath
for looped dramas everlasting
will keep her eyes filled with tears
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