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I've been down in the Sticks yes, I do, from time to time I'm not slow, but not that quick a place of vice, and crime A Skull of little virtue bones hard, and ultimate, inured long out, past the curfew things I'm unable, to procure Searching self, peering through knowing deep, in heart and soul not all the things I thought, or knew only all the feelings, of an absorbed, and selfish.....fool
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
Lost, and purloined
I've been down in the Sticks yes, I do, from time to time I'm not slow, but not that quick a place of vice, and crime A Skull of little virtue bones hard, and ultimate, inured long out, past the curfew things I'm unable, to procure Searching self, peering through knowing deep, in heart and soul not all the things I thought, or knew only all the feelings, of an absorbed, and selfish.....fool
Isn't it always about me? In this society, you'd think it would be :|.......................sadly
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
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