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#incandesent
Incandescent virtues , yet I'm a drought within . I read tealeaves in mouldy cups of our tainted futures. Our wicks that never saw the light, even though burnt out. Untenable sight that we drank deeply on, but still thirsted for.
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
Ours Was Always A Failing