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And in the end I will wander and squander my final moments selfish I will grab from some past notion to choose motion by walking    Thru pain and sorrow will convince me that tomorrow is enough       Terminal diagnosis will drive me from the world spouting profane Words down the street, into the woods, clothing optional regrets hold on all the deeds left undone save for knowing my roots laid bare the maelstrom inside will rain tears start speaking sounds of darkness, from lips garbed white hear the words if I... Aye
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
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And in the end I will wander and squander my final moments selfish I will grab from some past notion to choose motion by walking    Thru pain and sorrow will convince me that tomorrow is enough       Terminal diagnosis will drive me from the world spouting profane Words down the street, into the woods, clothing optional regrets hold on all the deeds left undone save for knowing my roots laid bare the maelstrom inside will rain tears start speaking sounds of darkness, from lips garbed white hear the words if I... Aye
thirteen lines/words down to one, if you go slow read both might read up might read down might take two three times go round and round
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
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