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Man can be pugilistic With time ,with self The clock that shouts In the morning light A cloud Like a wet soggy blanket It's relentless pursuit to cover my head This day will rejuvenate with swollen intent Cobwebs a mere obstacle Callous hands caress, alleviate The roots of adolescence A perpetual child is my fate
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Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
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Man can be pugilistic With time ,with self The clock that shouts In the morning light A cloud Like a wet soggy blanket It's relentless pursuit to cover my head This day will rejuvenate with swollen intent Cobwebs a mere obstacle Callous hands caress, alleviate The roots of adolescence A perpetual child is my fate
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Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
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