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Mar 2017
ten 'til twelve now
thoughts etch holes in my fingertips trying
to make it all rhyme or legible
eyelids droop and the call
incessantly drives me wilder wider far
off where I had thought I would be
at now nine 'til twelve now
wordvango
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