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And there tied at my feet that ****** weight held fast to the stone. Though not tied tethered to both rope and statue. "Anchored" should be a welcome feeling. My mooring is a heavy yoke and the future is itching, stabbing, tearing through my shoulder blades. Who could have thought that thought would begin this battle and win it with wings?
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC
I Am Bukowski's Despairing Heart.
And there tied at my feet that ****** weight held fast to the stone. Though not tied tethered to both rope and statue. "Anchored" should be a welcome feeling. My mooring is a heavy yoke and the future is itching, stabbing, tearing through my shoulder blades. Who could have thought that thought would begin this battle and win it with wings?
aubrey
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC
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