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jack fiddles life away on his thumbs~ the little digits beating like drums~ over loaf he brows~ buttering skid rows~ from his jam, he awaits for crumbs Logan Robertson 7/08/2019
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Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 2:02 AM UTC
Jack's Somber Notes
jack fiddles life away on his thumbs~ the little digits beating like drums~ over loaf he brows~ buttering skid rows~ from his jam, he awaits for crumbs Logan Robertson 7/08/2019
Jack's stuck on the corner of life, a quarter here, a quarter there, is his angle.
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Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 2:02 AM UTC
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