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The long quiet of a thoughtful mind, Where ideas blossomed and faded like wind. A quiet death of these woe-bound soul, That reeks and smells of nothing foul.
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 3:21 PM UTC
End of My Life
The long quiet of a thoughtful mind, Where ideas blossomed and faded like wind. A quiet death of these woe-bound soul, That reeks and smells of nothing foul.
Alternate title: Mount of Flowers
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 3:21 PM UTC
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