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grateful to the grave        I plank right out my bed a cross pounded foundation of maul emotion fast out kipping not in keeping a widowing and not a kingdom               milling out gawping a fish mug               tourists chugging at the gallows dread heaves ugging repulsions           my sleep is a gagging panic livers of the hours    the minutes are a live toil      difficult digestions        the sour beat n' breath a particle flecked arena    this slumber is harmful charge (a battery matter) capable of a faulty               reversal of surge depleting sleep           not a springtime emergence    ejected from the unconscious          : a drained agent reduced and submissive for duty
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Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 10:14 PM UTC
exhaustion nap
grateful to the grave        I plank right out my bed a cross pounded foundation of maul emotion fast out kipping not in keeping a widowing and not a kingdom               milling out gawping a fish mug               tourists chugging at the gallows dread heaves ugging repulsions           my sleep is a gagging panic livers of the hours    the minutes are a live toil      difficult digestions        the sour beat n' breath a particle flecked arena    this slumber is harmful charge (a battery matter) capable of a faulty               reversal of surge depleting sleep           not a springtime emergence    ejected from the unconscious          : a drained agent reduced and submissive for duty
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Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 10:14 PM UTC
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