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Dandy is dead
The star burned with his show
Killed by his own creation.
He always did like putting on a show.
He has left a mess in his wake
All of the toons twisted
Every floor in disarray
No one remains intact
And yet
I am what’s left
Broken and disgruntled
But alive and thinking
The Ichor has controlled all around me
I was sparred from that leash
I can release the others
They deserve that freedom
They deserve to rest
After everything he’s done
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I am going to fix this
I will bring them back
I have to