All closed, open ticket with nowhere to go;
Thrill long since shrill churning on,
Regardless of correlation—
Sitting, lamenting till well after cold and still,
Wasted, untasted capsule of pills
Happiness is in a full coffee cup— “ I fell into you, now I’m in a rut ,” Malignant, crucial crutch Ash and dust, dissolves into specks as ...
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