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Mar 2020
Sadly the fight of forever is never getting us anywhere, but
is just as fashionable as ever.

I feel clever folding my feelings and tucking the under my seat
beneath my feet.

Bad.
It's so bad how radical untamed rushed tactics
can't do a that **** thing.

That **** thing.

That **** thing that sings the harbinger song of patience.
T R S
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