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Terminally unfulfilled.
I'll never be happy with one single title.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Up on the first floor.
I feel you
Roil
Writhe
Coil
Slither
Under the sheet
And how I wish
Every twitch and
Fabricked swathe
Was towards me
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Oliver Stuart
Now when I say 'the other day' it could in fact mean any time in the past 18 years. Get off my lawn, you damn kids.
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