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i feel like potential is dripping out of the tips of my fingers golden ochre spilling across every surface staining everything it touches marks and scar of waste to show that all i do is fail use it use it use it make use of this potential before it leaves you, my mind screams use it use it use it so i do i do i do and slowly ochre turns to a shimmering bronze i can't pay it any mind
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Aug 11, 2023
Aug 11, 2023 at 10:05 PM UTC
ochre drips like blood
i feel like potential is dripping out of the tips of my fingers golden ochre spilling across every surface staining everything it touches marks and scar of waste to show that all i do is fail use it use it use it make use of this potential before it leaves you, my mind screams use it use it use it so i do i do i do and slowly ochre turns to a shimmering bronze i can't pay it any mind
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Aug 11, 2023
Aug 11, 2023 at 10:05 PM UTC
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