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Pump primed A squeal of metal as rust crumbles Groaning and gurgling with effort The flow forced from hiding By my energy a trickle, a sputter, a gush Warm, murky with sediment No clear and cool refreshment, this I will continue the motions Wetting the ground with my efforts Until the output is fit to consume
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Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 9:34 AM UTC
Well of Creativity
Pump primed A squeal of metal as rust crumbles Groaning and gurgling with effort The flow forced from hiding By my energy a trickle, a sputter, a gush Warm, murky with sediment No clear and cool refreshment, this I will continue the motions Wetting the ground with my efforts Until the output is fit to consume
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Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 9:34 AM UTC
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