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I feel like **** But not quite. My mind stirs Stirs and stirs Until mush is made. Is this the equivalent of **** Isn't that what Art is? Excrements from our our own poor souls. My mind stirs Stirs and stirs
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
excrement
I feel like **** But not quite. My mind stirs Stirs and stirs Until mush is made. Is this the equivalent of **** Isn't that what Art is? Excrements from our our own poor souls. My mind stirs Stirs and stirs
**** ok this was just out of impulse ahaha im embarrassing
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
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