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***lost the last promise I gripped, slipping, the losses now fixed homeless, nameless, tragicomic living past the place where scavenging doesn’t last. ready supply of wretchedness unlimited, shopping cart full of your discards skimmed. no more we say that evil Oh God, words over exercised, gone, excised, fk-you-exorcised. lost the remaining of the last promise gripped, the losses are ice in July, fixed. my suburban brain, burned, the volunteer firemen failed to care, appear. put my past you, you, exhibited the lesser lesson, the faun ceased dancing. my cunning can’t be higher’d, hired, arm won’t raise/rise over the wind head. where the bloodlines went, just veins who purposely are no deafened,  dumb, silenced. no depth, no plumb line necessary, for measuring the deep, the last pairing. ditched the muse, the witch ***** who offers tantalizing sweets, poison too, nicely spoiled.***
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 11:25 AM UTC
the lost grip: the defeat (the last promise gripped)
***lost the last promise I gripped, slipping, the losses now fixed homeless, nameless, tragicomic living past the place where scavenging doesn’t last. ready supply of wretchedness unlimited, shopping cart full of your discards skimmed. no more we say that evil Oh God, words over exercised, gone, excised, fk-you-exorcised. lost the remaining of the last promise gripped, the losses are ice in July, fixed. my suburban brain, burned, the volunteer firemen failed to care, appear. put my past you, you, exhibited the lesser lesson, the faun ceased dancing. my cunning can’t be higher’d, hired, arm won’t raise/rise over the wind head. where the bloodlines went, just veins who purposely are no deafened,  dumb, silenced. no depth, no plumb line necessary, for measuring the deep, the last pairing. ditched the muse, the witch ***** who offers tantalizing sweets, poison too, nicely spoiled.***
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 11:25 AM UTC
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