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I am distorted Slowly, strangely warping Bulging and divulging all my secrets to the haze I am warped All features long and short Oozing breath without a step towards a goal to name A sudden sorrow leaving A mirrored mind, sweetly deceiving And ancient trust that scrapes the rust For the morrow's morning break
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Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 1:45 PM UTC
A transient black fog
I am distorted Slowly, strangely warping Bulging and divulging all my secrets to the haze I am warped All features long and short Oozing breath without a step towards a goal to name A sudden sorrow leaving A mirrored mind, sweetly deceiving And ancient trust that scrapes the rust For the morrow's morning break
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Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 1:45 PM UTC
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