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In a city In a room With no thing Save a rescued Chair There’s A windowpane view Without reflection To the streets Below Sits A man without Purpose With Determination Broken By A Notion You see He thought himself Conspicuously unusable Sentenced To Be Some detached observer Surfeited with suffering Posing What Could be Apart From the pain
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
In a City
In a city In a room With no thing Save a rescued Chair There’s A windowpane view Without reflection To the streets Below Sits A man without Purpose With Determination Broken By A Notion You see He thought himself Conspicuously unusable Sentenced To Be Some detached observer Surfeited with suffering Posing What Could be Apart From the pain
swanswart
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
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