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This dull pencil has filled me with lead and weighed down my soul This canvas is blank Save for the bruised marks of an angry quill I shake as hard as I can But the pen has fallen to the might of frustration I am but a broken type writer
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Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 12:10 AM UTC
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This dull pencil has filled me with lead and weighed down my soul This canvas is blank Save for the bruised marks of an angry quill I shake as hard as I can But the pen has fallen to the might of frustration I am but a broken type writer
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Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 12:10 AM UTC
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