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The place waned beyond the contextual, The knowledge unsaid by person in prayer “I am not meant to feel” yet all do swear By a sentiment undeserving. All Dissatisfactions leave distraught, maul The romantic, hatred of the primal Taught wrong yet right, compassion’s unending air. I feel a conviction, which I partake Sealing fate in my own troubling hate Thoughts given to the truly natural “I am not meant to feel” yet I do want To hear the call of the romantics great, Reject the primal thought. Tasteful Classics brought to a nonsense dying pant As wrong an act as an inescapable conviction taught
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Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC
A Sentimental Break in Form
The place waned beyond the contextual, The knowledge unsaid by person in prayer “I am not meant to feel” yet all do swear By a sentiment undeserving. All Dissatisfactions leave distraught, maul The romantic, hatred of the primal Taught wrong yet right, compassion’s unending air. I feel a conviction, which I partake Sealing fate in my own troubling hate Thoughts given to the truly natural “I am not meant to feel” yet I do want To hear the call of the romantics great, Reject the primal thought. Tasteful Classics brought to a nonsense dying pant As wrong an act as an inescapable conviction taught
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Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC
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