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There is exactitude and certitude no matter what the returns of the day corrosion festers, the depression spikes, like a fever that is drug resistant the consumption residue, white ash, black trimmed festoons my innards, dresses up my facade vacuous and vacant are the vagaries that only flow, never ebb, jubilant light effaced my countenance equanimous, my demeanor unmeaned, but but but but but nothing but but but t'is not but the mood of the moment t'is the chronic the endemic there is an exacting certitude this is the underground stream the runs my poetry down
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
There is exactitude
There is exactitude and certitude no matter what the returns of the day corrosion festers, the depression spikes, like a fever that is drug resistant the consumption residue, white ash, black trimmed festoons my innards, dresses up my facade vacuous and vacant are the vagaries that only flow, never ebb, jubilant light effaced my countenance equanimous, my demeanor unmeaned, but but but but but nothing but but but t'is not but the mood of the moment t'is the chronic the endemic there is an exacting certitude this is the underground stream the runs my poetry down
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99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
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