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And in the morning I roll out My old mat. And on it I gather My stray Yearnings Concerns Memories Regrets Hopes Et cetera, Making room For them to thrash And reach And tumble about Without taking me with them.
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
Back to Mat
And in the morning I roll out My old mat. And on it I gather My stray Yearnings Concerns Memories Regrets Hopes Et cetera, Making room For them to thrash And reach And tumble about Without taking me with them.
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scorpius
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scorpius
Lafayette, LA
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
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