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Sep 2016
I pride myself on being
the laziest "artist" there is;
I won't lift a finger in
the name of what I do.
No. I drag my fingers across
the barren mountain range,
claiming the rubble left
by the distancing wake.
Written by
what a waste
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     Slur pee and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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