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CUNTISM Inspiration has run dry
the day closes gray
The morning a darker shade
questions hang above unanswered
The night sky lost its glitter
fruit of the spirit turned bitter
Lines drift into oblivion
poetry is a cunt
still,
nothing near you.
very nice
it is really nice
Is it really so bad a block. Nice to read
Respected SS .. a very clean expression
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