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Glower, Scower, and Gaze....
I see a glimpse of it through the haze...
Fixed, Furtive, And Faint...
A part of my soul to dirty to taint...
Pained, Peeved, and Pleading....
Please stop this heart from further bleeding...
Woeful, Withering, and Whistful...
No matter how you look at it, that cup on the table....
Its not half full.
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MemorySensory
I like to wright to get things out...Im doing this as a venting tool....but if someone likes my work that'd be great too.
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