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My bones and my brains are developing rust,

I'm  pumping the handle but, it’s spitting out dust

Rain clouds mumbled, and they just kept going

Unfurled my sails but the wind ain’t blowing

I was pissing and moaning in a fitful rage

But the dried up tears left a...

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Categories: panned, depression,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Reflection on the Important Things