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stellar sketch on waste paper unfortunate, he said and left without a glance snobbery stiffened his regal back ***** what number I mused adept at brisk dispersal another spent autumn leaf from wrong part of town crushed underfoot with swift disdain familiar pain screams on mute screen tears leave as rage breaks grief's hold walls bleak accuse sunken eyes pierce where hope once sang free in life's sun-kissed  field before awareness smirked crude shaking illusion's ephemeral sigh
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Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 6:54 AM UTC
on gust of a cursed wind
stellar sketch on waste paper unfortunate, he said and left without a glance snobbery stiffened his regal back ***** what number I mused adept at brisk dispersal another spent autumn leaf from wrong part of town crushed underfoot with swift disdain familiar pain screams on mute screen tears leave as rage breaks grief's hold walls bleak accuse sunken eyes pierce where hope once sang free in life's sun-kissed  field before awareness smirked crude shaking illusion's ephemeral sigh
For some reason catching sight of this pic elicited this poem... https://www.flickr.com/photos/damianward/30230313085/in/faves-51029280@N05/
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Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 6:54 AM UTC
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