Nothing is left

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Victor felt insouciant, he didn't know what  else was left in his ingenious cycle 

 "Dingy of inclination

What a deficient dictation

Running a mile of perpetuity

No implication of Genuity

Never to be paid with an annuity

Can money purchase value?

Though, it miscued my revenue

A cycle never with euphoria

Instead, envisions of Auria

My solitude so opage of excuse

Will, I ever hew my rude

Running with the fate of black

That never seems to please my limitations

Rather, it upsets my repetitions"

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