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**** I don't know what to do about it at one moment, it is in my grasp and the next it escapes me I get lost again, waking up from some sort of high class dream left again with the coffee, the quesadilla, worries worries worries trying to just take it day at a time, when you wake up in a fury you feel like the world has already left for the station My center lost, now nothing to do but to read the news, ask the questions
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
It's a goddaam terrible poem
**** I don't know what to do about it at one moment, it is in my grasp and the next it escapes me I get lost again, waking up from some sort of high class dream left again with the coffee, the quesadilla, worries worries worries trying to just take it day at a time, when you wake up in a fury you feel like the world has already left for the station My center lost, now nothing to do but to read the news, ask the questions
I need to get a lift
Seanzy
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
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