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A Tolstory was never for me Nor an ounce of Frost on my fingertips found In the complexities of Estlin’s dreams, I am Not a man without my own Wit Or Dunbarred from uncaging this, my own sound Only to be let loose in a Field of youthful green No I am nonesuch of these or be Twain I am a storm to be you see And here I've just been Dickinson around
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Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 9:18 PM UTC
Dinkinson Around
A Tolstory was never for me Nor an ounce of Frost on my fingertips found In the complexities of Estlin’s dreams, I am Not a man without my own Wit Or Dunbarred from uncaging this, my own sound Only to be let loose in a Field of youthful green No I am nonesuch of these or be Twain I am a storm to be you see And here I've just been Dickinson around
Think less man, lessman And Jane Austen won't write me back
#jane#austen#wont#write#me#back
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colmistoirm
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 9:18 PM UTC
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