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Exiting norms

Wayward frustrations on empty Running futile thoughts, how ideal! Dissect this manifest, leaving town for what? One for sorrow, one for sorrow, one for sorrow and its done. Clean up, get out and start again.

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craig-mackay

English

Published: Jan 16, 2012
LinesWords: 535

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