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Subtle miseries Curled, twisted and Coiled On a burlap Of satin sheen or silk Flowing Red in Veins of Rugged Black She paused to look back, but once. Needle Street was not Panicky. Today. Walk Away. You can. Amber flutters On a glittering silver Iris bores Until it zizzes Gorging the blue embers of torment to loll Cringe not, brop. Why Live When you don't live My pithy and Apathy Why Ever Did I Mourn When all is a yarn Unsewn and Fierce   Rolling Lint Unworn Unleash the Dragon to See another Dawn When all was lost, never coming back Shed a drag of teary-eyed-remorse.
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC
Repose with a Dab of Poesy
Subtle miseries Curled, twisted and Coiled On a burlap Of satin sheen or silk Flowing Red in Veins of Rugged Black She paused to look back, but once. Needle Street was not Panicky. Today. Walk Away. You can. Amber flutters On a glittering silver Iris bores Until it zizzes Gorging the blue embers of torment to loll Cringe not, brop. Why Live When you don't live My pithy and Apathy Why Ever Did I Mourn When all is a yarn Unsewn and Fierce   Rolling Lint Unworn Unleash the Dragon to See another Dawn When all was lost, never coming back Shed a drag of teary-eyed-remorse.
Repose with a dab of poesy
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC
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