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The stitch in mine Is not like yours A cut deep down Into my soul Am made of dust From stars below In shades I flourish Deep dark I flow At home I am Inside my hull Away from bias Rubbed in salt Away from dispute Hatred immense Inward I look In my defense Observer of time A soul so old Rivaling the titans I stand so bold Infuriating accession From exterior advances Yet trudging along Onwards alone I go
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Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 6:35 AM UTC
Oddball
The stitch in mine Is not like yours A cut deep down Into my soul Am made of dust From stars below In shades I flourish Deep dark I flow At home I am Inside my hull Away from bias Rubbed in salt Away from dispute Hatred immense Inward I look In my defense Observer of time A soul so old Rivaling the titans I stand so bold Infuriating accession From exterior advances Yet trudging along Onwards alone I go
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28/M/India
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 6:35 AM UTC
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