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Dead Daze

Dead daze

Faced with a dead daze

It’s the craze in your brain

A maze of never-ending days

A cold phrase on your lips

A shy kiss to your fingertips

A nip to feel so less

Stress inside a haze

To crave fearless new ways

When faced with a dead daze

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