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Jun 2015
Sometimes i feel a bit better letting some English out.
like blood letting for the soul
I forget the happiness sometimes
its empty.
which
nothingness does feel great
I find poetry
enraging.
Its hard to imagine a more tumultuous art
everything is meaningless...
but meaning means so much.
Written by
Keenan Dixon
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