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I am so.gritty.now. goodbye this fear of the world, Gravity hurts in a whispered word. Take back choice and laugh on through. Art darts and target hearts Can sing the blues, But not like The gift Now Tuned. Taking lessons in the outer rim Grounded to the earth And then, With a flip I change the pen, To stir the thought that Dwell within. With form drawn to Bend and twist, As the fire A poet's sin. Dying with random misfortune. And missery. Charmed the last time.
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Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 4:15 AM UTC
Bar stool and sunday duels
I am so.gritty.now. goodbye this fear of the world, Gravity hurts in a whispered word. Take back choice and laugh on through. Art darts and target hearts Can sing the blues, But not like The gift Now Tuned. Taking lessons in the outer rim Grounded to the earth And then, With a flip I change the pen, To stir the thought that Dwell within. With form drawn to Bend and twist, As the fire A poet's sin. Dying with random misfortune. And missery. Charmed the last time.
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Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 4:15 AM UTC
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