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*** _/ həʊ/_ An agricultural tool consisting of a long handle with a flat blade fixed perpendicular to it at the end, used for digging rows. __I am a *** a tool used by others, the opposite of firmament and freedom; all feelings that are flat __I am a *** a tool to dig out one’s successes, an instinct in the land, where you’ll bury a seed of your dreams __I am a *** a tool that sits and waits on the side-lines in my own filth; as none are willing to check on my wellbeing __I am a *** a tool with a once promising purpose, but my sharpness has gone dull; unable to hold on, my handle made short __I am a *** a tool with the job of working for others; hours after hour, with no end- but I cannot work on my own, I cannot carry my own weight- I need people’s constant support __I am a *** a tool of your convenience- how convenient is that; to be something that cuts, digs, scrapes, turns, arranges and cleans… as you cut out my heart, scrape at every beat, turning me over to get pleasure from both sides; arranging the pieces of my soul, all that you had cleaned out… __I am a *** a tool for you all, ha- a piece of wood; a fixed perpendicular appearance, and the assurance of you not giving a **** _[Excuse my French]_ to care for a ***** old ***
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Jul 18, 2024
Jul 18, 2024 at 8:39 AM UTC
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*** _/ həʊ/_ An agricultural tool consisting of a long handle with a flat blade fixed perpendicular to it at the end, used for digging rows. __I am a *** a tool used by others, the opposite of firmament and freedom; all feelings that are flat __I am a *** a tool to dig out one’s successes, an instinct in the land, where you’ll bury a seed of your dreams __I am a *** a tool that sits and waits on the side-lines in my own filth; as none are willing to check on my wellbeing __I am a *** a tool with a once promising purpose, but my sharpness has gone dull; unable to hold on, my handle made short __I am a *** a tool with the job of working for others; hours after hour, with no end- but I cannot work on my own, I cannot carry my own weight- I need people’s constant support __I am a *** a tool of your convenience- how convenient is that; to be something that cuts, digs, scrapes, turns, arranges and cleans… as you cut out my heart, scrape at every beat, turning me over to get pleasure from both sides; arranging the pieces of my soul, all that you had cleaned out… __I am a *** a tool for you all, ha- a piece of wood; a fixed perpendicular appearance, and the assurance of you not giving a **** _[Excuse my French]_ to care for a ***** old ***
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27/M/Zimbabwe
Jul 18, 2024
Jul 18, 2024 at 8:39 AM UTC
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