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Some days no words worthwhile wasteland of a page before me barely will to carry on weather report mental fog emotions on the ebb the moving finger writes not so much wit unawake more pathos less piety bereft of self empty vessel
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 1:42 PM UTC
No Words
Some days no words worthwhile wasteland of a page before me barely will to carry on weather report mental fog emotions on the ebb the moving finger writes not so much wit unawake more pathos less piety bereft of self empty vessel
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 1:42 PM UTC
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