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Aug 2017
i aspire to write great poetry,
where words carry the remains of the inconsolable population inked with misery.
i've bathed in the conclusion it's the only factual part of me.
concrete & sturdy.
practitioners drain me of life then use my own words to keep me strapped & straight on a gurney.
& then they carry me away.
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rookelyn
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     - and jude rigor
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