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this tea is bitter. i may have bit off more than i can chew. a bit of rhinovirus, or other, is more or less my invitation to morgue. by morning i may be adorned in plastic. stuffed in a bag in mortuary. a toe tag to keep me unique amongst random John Doe's. what'll my obituary read? he died of poetry.. the kings of the world decided this one needed to be silenced. land ** i say.. i spy my old home. from across a great ocean, I'll arrive in the bay and depart my boat. my trusty old dinghy. I'll fall to my knees and kiss the sand, promising to return again to the violent seas that repeatedly wash me ashore. i remember this place from a long, long time before. it's as gorgeous as i remember.. .. .
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
Land **
this tea is bitter. i may have bit off more than i can chew. a bit of rhinovirus, or other, is more or less my invitation to morgue. by morning i may be adorned in plastic. stuffed in a bag in mortuary. a toe tag to keep me unique amongst random John Doe's. what'll my obituary read? he died of poetry.. the kings of the world decided this one needed to be silenced. land ** i say.. i spy my old home. from across a great ocean, I'll arrive in the bay and depart my boat. my trusty old dinghy. I'll fall to my knees and kiss the sand, promising to return again to the violent seas that repeatedly wash me ashore. i remember this place from a long, long time before. it's as gorgeous as i remember.. .. .
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
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