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i don't know whose firsthand reaction to the sight of me crawling is worse that of the man that asks how i am as he backtracks in baby steps or those of the rest who due to oversight or indifference are unconsumed and unconcerned by and with futile breaths nonetheless but i sure as hell know the answer     doesn’t matter     so long as i stay sat     writing rhyming rants     to hold my skull’s fracture captive     and perhaps     so i can have it massacred     alongside its inner cats     their joint force task of making contact     with my meek heart also known as     the meager muscle   plasma-mad       in vein               and                  collapsed. - end
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Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 6:37 AM UTC
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i don't know whose firsthand reaction to the sight of me crawling is worse that of the man that asks how i am as he backtracks in baby steps or those of the rest who due to oversight or indifference are unconsumed and unconcerned by and with futile breaths nonetheless but i sure as hell know the answer     doesn’t matter     so long as i stay sat     writing rhyming rants     to hold my skull’s fracture captive     and perhaps     so i can have it massacred     alongside its inner cats     their joint force task of making contact     with my meek heart also known as     the meager muscle   plasma-mad       in vein               and                  collapsed. - end
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Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 6:37 AM UTC
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