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Literature
Your Mental Poverty Line
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I am a brand above all others,
Two hundred million try to smother,
But their attempts are just imitations,
Desperately mimicking my vibrant sensations.
In bold and vivid colors I shine,
Unlike them, I am not confined,
To two dimensions of black and white,
I am a limitless spectrum of light.
Frozen in time and space,
They can never match my grace,
I am an ever-evolving being,
A celestial cyberpunk, never fleeting.
My music is a spellbinding charm,
A special sensation that can disarm,
Psychoaudiologic, my sound,
Is like nothing else that can be found.
Futuristic, debonair, I stand,
Next level, energetic, in command,
Uncontrollable, I am free,
In my own devices, I'll always be.
My lyrics are therapeutic and true,
A visual jam, just for you,
In my playlist gallery, I'll stay,
A gold record, seventeen times, they say.
Countrywide, I am loved and adored,
My grand finale, a fireworks hoard,
Spewing a bouquet of sound,
On stages, I am always found.
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