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falling down the sandglass so endlessly each grain second so stopped a thought stranded another grain of creative angst there between the glasses skinny part I sit whispering curses I forget the lines I had in memory when I tried to write them down turn that god ****** thing over again it is stuck
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Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
empty hours
falling down the sandglass so endlessly each grain second so stopped a thought stranded another grain of creative angst there between the glasses skinny part I sit whispering curses I forget the lines I had in memory when I tried to write them down turn that god ****** thing over again it is stuck
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Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
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