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I'm at the forge again today heating beating hammering away. But words don't come without cliché so I must let them run and play. Playtime's hard upon the desk these walls are hardly picturesque the shape is wrought the work annealing a product of poetic feeling.
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC
Beating Time
I'm at the forge again today heating beating hammering away. But words don't come without cliché so I must let them run and play. Playtime's hard upon the desk these walls are hardly picturesque the shape is wrought the work annealing a product of poetic feeling.
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC
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