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ad-mire

mire is mire,

and has ever lain as mire.

yet what hand dares to sink,

and rive this woeful gyre?

what was ad before the mire?

did hands ever lure the quire,

or whorl within the abyme skein,

that scends beneath, and plaits the lyre?

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giumbusluk

17

Published: Sep 30, 2025
LinesWords: 845

Notes: mire is not soil alone
Tags: #mire #soil #depression #difficulty #help #productivity #lazy

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