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Jan 6
luck is the duck astride the tide;
the flow between the day and night

sink or drink the musk of dusk-
you wait on luck to save your husk
some quick rhymes before bed. maybe part of something bigger? don't count on it though.
matt r
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matt r  25/M/UK
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