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The pulp Sinks to the bottom The memories Float to the top And the growth Of the regret Fills the pile Of the pulp The pulp of times forgotten.
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
Life from concentrate
The pulp Sinks to the bottom The memories Float to the top And the growth Of the regret Fills the pile Of the pulp The pulp of times forgotten.
A little absent minded poetry, I wouldn't have written it were I not addicted to this site.
Porto-graffiti
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
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