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Nov 2019
Oh Frail Heart! Where mine iniquity dwells.
Have you not reach for the sun?
Have you not strength to scale the moon?
My heart, have heart, and do not swoon.
Beelzebub has not cast such clouds yet
That should induce the cry:
Alack! Please take me soon.
Tube, 4 hrs sleep, inspiration/psychotic voice alive again. And nailed in verse.
Written by
Sputter Outlaw  London
(London)   
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     Bogdan Dragos, --- and ---
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