Stepping into the cipher uninvited
Offering unsolicited opinions
In trade for a social proof
"I thought you knew them?"
Heads shaking "No" in unison
When blessed with your absence
Still lingering like smoky tendrils of stolen essence
Replaced with a cheap whiskey hangover
An aftertaste of stale entitlement
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