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Oct 2017
First, already lost for words,
Second, keeps pushing forwards.
Third, the limits are closing in,
Fourth, Another scrunched paper in the bin.

Start again, the first sentence sounds nice,
The next one… Well, it’ll suffice.
Stop, and realize it’s not even that great,
Forget it, put it away, and procrastinate.
NTR
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   Glassmuncher
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