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Jan 2021
The Trough
Full to the ******* brim
With wearying wretchedness
Lips sneer.

Empty and entropic
Missing mutual memories
Lump throat.

Lost in this listless state
Pretending perfecting purpose
Eyes down.
Joseph Rice
Written by
Joseph Rice  32/M/Virginia
(32/M/Virginia)   
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   Albert Ross
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