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The poets are silent- I wonder why?
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Tear this unaimed
Longing out of my chest
And make my heart as practical
As pessimism makes the mind.
L ife may teach soul crushing truths
But it doesn't mean I want a pulped heart.
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