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nobody knows the troubles you've seen nobody knows them all, maybe some here/there, scattered pebbles, strung together in a too tight choker, as if two hands grasping your  gasping neck, as if you needed a reminder of your own hands in slow mo, cutting off of the oxygen supply, to merest trickle, the insufficient be well hell no one knows the precision past,  decision nature of thine owned Sisyphus boulder, the one you alone shoulder so you grin~grimace inside, when they sincere, but casually bell, un-beknowning, un-thinking wishing you one mo' time, an extra seasonal be well ~ ah, well intentioned, but you're getting older, tireder from the loader, each time it's tossed your way, falling to the pitted bowls bottom all these *be well wishes it's like a glass of water trying to fill a well mostly dry, quench a bonfire of exhaustion, that only grows stronger, feeding on its own inexhaustible supply of good wishes innocently poisoning I have two sons. I hope they be well*
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 7:53 PM UTC
be well
nobody knows the troubles you've seen nobody knows them all, maybe some here/there, scattered pebbles, strung together in a too tight choker, as if two hands grasping your  gasping neck, as if you needed a reminder of your own hands in slow mo, cutting off of the oxygen supply, to merest trickle, the insufficient be well hell no one knows the precision past,  decision nature of thine owned Sisyphus boulder, the one you alone shoulder so you grin~grimace inside, when they sincere, but casually bell, un-beknowning, un-thinking wishing you one mo' time, an extra seasonal be well ~ ah, well intentioned, but you're getting older, tireder from the loader, each time it's tossed your way, falling to the pitted bowls bottom all these *be well wishes it's like a glass of water trying to fill a well mostly dry, quench a bonfire of exhaustion, that only grows stronger, feeding on its own inexhaustible supply of good wishes innocently poisoning I have two sons. I hope they be well*
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 7:53 PM UTC
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