a mental fast from poetry

I was restless this evening past, tossed and turned until shadows cast, disheveled hair, and eyes mad, I procured a parchment and quill to acquit my mental fast . I was restless this evening past, tossed and turned until shadows cast, disheveled hair, and eyes mad, I procured a parchment and quill to acquit my mental fast . I was restless this evening past, tossed and turned until shadows cast, disheveled hair, and eyes mad, I procured a parchment and quill to acquit my mental fast

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