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Feb 4
Time is limited.
Caught onto an extent.
Radioactive in the place.
Covered with charcoal until it explodes.
Melts into the sink, and flushed down the toilet.
Cold, drippin’ Western style leaves it raining outside.

Poor folks down in the West.
As I watch them suffer and struggle.
While the sick person beside me laughs in distraught.
Distress ain’t having a break on the job.
Philosophers caught with the rush.
Hard thinkers are dedicated plates of figures.

Got frustrated with this puzzle.
It shapes into a boombox.
A hot drop of sauce on the sugar.
Disguising it into hot sauce.
You’d get trick by a violin on a stick.
Sadly got punched and founded.

Told me to roll like Humpty Dumpty.
Got my hunchback grandma on the loose.
Tied a loser to the pole and they fell on the ground.
Random mixtures of poets in the department.
Scientist, but figures out things in secret.
Missing assignments on a Monday, but it is due on Monday?
Confused there, as the sparkler shines brightly.
The clouds blooming in the bleak cities.
I didn’t even know I could write that fast in a sensation..
Void
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Void  17/F/United States
(17/F/United States)   
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   Immortality
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