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Sometimes when i'm writing, it feels like a glass half full, with fingerprints and stains, standing neglected for days on the living room table; and sometimes i flow, like a cold bubbling stream of water pouring into an overfull cup in the kitchen sink.
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Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
Bubbling Brains
Sometimes when i'm writing, it feels like a glass half full, with fingerprints and stains, standing neglected for days on the living room table; and sometimes i flow, like a cold bubbling stream of water pouring into an overfull cup in the kitchen sink.
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Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
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