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*lonesome as an island with waves that roars but no one listens a legion of people in a downtown intersection but I stay afloat in desolation in the midst of a city hustle I reclused to move I defeated myself and surrendered with the action I live in a jungle of solitary like a hermit dancing on the ocean floor They call me Alfred Prufrock but this is not a love song. Oh, halt! he wasn’t writing a love song.*
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
Daily Dose: Forlorn
*lonesome as an island with waves that roars but no one listens a legion of people in a downtown intersection but I stay afloat in desolation in the midst of a city hustle I reclused to move I defeated myself and surrendered with the action I live in a jungle of solitary like a hermit dancing on the ocean floor They call me Alfred Prufrock but this is not a love song. Oh, halt! he wasn’t writing a love song.*
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
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