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A futile pen, mortally wounded By the razor hands of a leering clock Lies bleeding; Staining irrevcocably The snow-white side-ruled shroud That once was hunger's meal; Casting low, long shadows Over unborn, nonexistent lines. << >>
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
A GLEANING FROM PANDEMONIUM
A futile pen, mortally wounded By the razor hands of a leering clock Lies bleeding; Staining irrevcocably The snow-white side-ruled shroud That once was hunger's meal; Casting low, long shadows Over unborn, nonexistent lines. << >>
This is the copyrighted title for the book I will eventually publish - if I have to handwrite it myself. But this piece may not be in it. Not real satisfied with it.
#hurried#harried#hounded
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
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