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i've got the dark side of the moon On its back, crescent-cut, undereye. A sign of my exhaustion, Which i use to fuel my rise. Everything below but bare remembrance, Like my fridge, running empty. Or so i surmise. Guess i'll fill it or guess I'll die. This approach? Unsustainable. i'm ragged, climbing through life, The slope only slows, steepening, i Think it's about time I fly.
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 4:50 AM UTC
Whose Wishes Come True?
i've got the dark side of the moon On its back, crescent-cut, undereye. A sign of my exhaustion, Which i use to fuel my rise. Everything below but bare remembrance, Like my fridge, running empty. Or so i surmise. Guess i'll fill it or guess I'll die. This approach? Unsustainable. i'm ragged, climbing through life, The slope only slows, steepening, i Think it's about time I fly.
A little something before bed, Recently born, Working on bred... Looking practically gibbous, A poetic quack issued to quell my head.
#time#effort#ambition#fly#wishes
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22/U.S.
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 4:50 AM UTC
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