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Gloom and Gusto Degrade my little hands, Green with the slime and grime and grit and sticky dirt Stolen from the Gut of my enemy, My God. Dreaming of greatness, consumed by the girth of life and sin only to find that it is not Good. That my gluttonous hunt as been but the Greed of questions, the fervor of eager, That my mind, my soul, is grotesque. And all this time I thought this was Graduation.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
Fun with Alliteration: 'G'
Gloom and Gusto Degrade my little hands, Green with the slime and grime and grit and sticky dirt Stolen from the Gut of my enemy, My God. Dreaming of greatness, consumed by the girth of life and sin only to find that it is not Good. That my gluttonous hunt as been but the Greed of questions, the fervor of eager, That my mind, my soul, is grotesque. And all this time I thought this was Graduation.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
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