There he sat
the lack of time professed his hands
A mind of unduly sentences and irreverent passion
Forgoes his damage onto the cement
An unwantedness polluted his soul,
Everything accomplished
I write short stories and poetry sometimes. I deconstruct writing standards.
There he sat
the lack of time professed his hands
A mind of unduly sentences and irreverent passion
Forgoes his damage onto the cement
An unwantedness polluted his soul,
Everything accomplished
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