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Jun 2019
Say
Let the words go
let them flow and spread out
all about
'fore you're dead from a head steamed with dreams
muffled screams
and the reams of mute prose
that never arose
to those minds of your kind
needing feeding from reading the lines that you've mined.
Written by
carvermon
147
   Fawn
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