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The tender girl had qualms with none Detatched, there was nothing for the son Forced to backtrack whilist rolling downhill Flashing images remain Of that private, idealistic mill So I called her name In the Nether Realm, she screamed Yes, she is a hard one to please Especially when she sees One going through the motions Rotations into false vocations So tell me What was your question again?
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
Hell and Back
The tender girl had qualms with none Detatched, there was nothing for the son Forced to backtrack whilist rolling downhill Flashing images remain Of that private, idealistic mill So I called her name In the Nether Realm, she screamed Yes, she is a hard one to please Especially when she sees One going through the motions Rotations into false vocations So tell me What was your question again?
one of a bunch of poems i found from years ago
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32/M/Winston-Salem, NC
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
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