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Nov 2012
Broken thoughts,
trickling down and dripping through the open slots,
making their way past the beating element,
blocked by a wall consisting of some sturdy sediment,
with no access they continue to flow,
along and down, then I feel the drip on my toe,
What was that? I thought,
Oh that's right, that's just something that happens from time to time,
It's just another broken thought.
Written by
Mrz Sketch
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