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Dec 2018
Wet. sand. pours. from. my. heart.
. . . .
into. a. castle. of. doomed. ambitions.
. . .
Too-quicksand. counts. each. beat.,.
. .
'til. the. terminal. grain.
.
leaves the partial life
         
unfinished
The eager mind's heart races too fast.
Grassblade
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