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Sep 2021
Tried to rest my poet brain
Laid on a pillow, and let it drain
Drain it did, oozed out my ears
ran down my legs and disappeared
Now my head is filled with air
Not a single original thought dwells there
I have not one vivid revelation to share
And quite frankly, I don't care
Zoe Mae
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Zoe Mae  40/F/Massachusetts
(40/F/Massachusetts)   
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