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*My thoughts became a ball bouncing over preordained dialog shuffling from end to end leaving hoofprints condemned A scattershot of expression tickling the back of my skull For the sentences I spoke fell from my mouth like a rabid dog dripped foam and within hung the beat of a foolish man's sunken soul*
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
The Death of Creativity
*My thoughts became a ball bouncing over preordained dialog shuffling from end to end leaving hoofprints condemned A scattershot of expression tickling the back of my skull For the sentences I spoke fell from my mouth like a rabid dog dripped foam and within hung the beat of a foolish man's sunken soul*
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
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