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Oct 11
LIKE A TONGUE TWISTER TRYING TO GET OUT
MY MIND WORDS BECOMES STUCK INSIDE A LATE NIGHT SAGA. THE PLACE WHERE ALL WORDS ARE IN A MISMATCH AND WRITING IS IMPOSSIBLE. WHERE EYES ARE FIGHTING SLEEP TO STAY GLUED TO A POETRY SITE THAT DRAWS ME IN LIKE BEES SWEET SONGS TO HONEY. I THINK ITS TIME TO GO TO BED.
A silly ditty when its past my bed time.
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
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