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those intellects


I write more than I read, I read more than I sleep, I sleep more than I eat. I am a never ending chain of exhausted outlets existence cannot beat. Slam each moment with the passion that kept you awake last night, that blinded the pain out of sight. Raise your pen and coffee tonight, bring it all together to a new height: this is your moment, this is your time, another will never be as right.
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sterguy
<p>great poem. i use to know where a bridge just liek that one was in austin tx</p><p>&nbsp;</p>

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