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0552 (12/11/2018)
0552 mood
lain with thistles
awake well before the streetlamps
shaken beneath the weighty dews of progress
beadened brows , but without labor
former icebergs of time
i dreambt of a sky so wide
I could never dream of taking a bite
but i did it anyway between conversations
of archetypes laden
with wiper blade semi colons
without great pause
where my failures stirred no calamity...
Wednesday 12th December 2018 11:32 pm
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