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Here I sit in beneath gypsum sky Forgetful in a pitiless tomb Laying upon an artificial knoll I made this myself My splintered hands crawling towards the latch in obdurate gesture With the dismal resolve of my skeletal percussion I made this myself The pulse in my frame an uncertain litany Tried torn from the brief and the certain Not shy from a skip or a leap I pry this myself Unversed expression interrupted in speech I crept down the moss extending decrepit tendrils The treaties of dawn or a query of nebulous ambition I pry this myself I asked for your name in pinhole obscura I called on your intrusive pest of a credit I trusted your fallible cacophony divination Maybe you have given it your all
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Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 3:34 AM UTC
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Here I sit in beneath gypsum sky Forgetful in a pitiless tomb Laying upon an artificial knoll I made this myself My splintered hands crawling towards the latch in obdurate gesture With the dismal resolve of my skeletal percussion I made this myself The pulse in my frame an uncertain litany Tried torn from the brief and the certain Not shy from a skip or a leap I pry this myself Unversed expression interrupted in speech I crept down the moss extending decrepit tendrils The treaties of dawn or a query of nebulous ambition I pry this myself I asked for your name in pinhole obscura I called on your intrusive pest of a credit I trusted your fallible cacophony divination Maybe you have given it your all
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Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 3:34 AM UTC
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