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Jul 2017
Gathering what's left of me.
Parts missing, gears drop out.
Fuel still flowing
oozing in the twisted steel.
Does not ignite, does not blast
does not produce any work.
Snoring and hissing,
auguring advance…
Merely agonizing,
even if I do not deem so.
Β© Gwythyr 2004
Gwythyr
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Gwythyr  40/M/Portugal
(40/M/Portugal)   
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     Jamadhi Verse, -A-, Madeon and NuBlaccSoul
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