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SITTING, staring patiently debating taking silent leave to heave my bones toward reprieve and shake off all that's shaking me. SITTING, staring patiently I see the demon's point in me. I see it shine, I see it weep, and see it when I go to sleep, LAYING, waiting patiently. Horribly, these foggy dreams do less to please than psyche needs. I feel a presence gazing me. LYING, waiting anxiously. Now here it is debasingly teasing me insatiably, promising my every need: LYING, hiding everything. What do we call this foul disease? This object overtaking me? A spoon and needle ****** me. LOSING, hiding everything.
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
Sitting Laying Lying Losing
SITTING, staring patiently debating taking silent leave to heave my bones toward reprieve and shake off all that's shaking me. SITTING, staring patiently I see the demon's point in me. I see it shine, I see it weep, and see it when I go to sleep, LAYING, waiting patiently. Horribly, these foggy dreams do less to please than psyche needs. I feel a presence gazing me. LYING, waiting anxiously. Now here it is debasingly teasing me insatiably, promising my every need: LYING, hiding everything. What do we call this foul disease? This object overtaking me? A spoon and needle ****** me. LOSING, hiding everything.
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
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