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I’m a bit tangled My empty state The scope of this job Goes beyond like a plane Series of works, Bombarded schedule, Flowing sweat, Filled my container Just got the thought When I twisted my feet Jumped over the poles While wearing the fleet. Suppose to wear Eyeglasses of knowledge Not these red shoes I’m so unprepared.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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