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same old repetitions falling day by day
pooling like rain in the shoes of your brain
again like a fool for pain with only
nothing that makes sense is there
to explain the present is past tense
like insane conditions colouring the gray
brain your of shoes, the in rain like pooling
same old repetitions falling day by day



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-03-04 at 01:24

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