My Craze It doesn’t grow out of my scalp As twining locks, It won’t rent my clothes to rag, But, It ignites my body electric, It crawls beneath my skin, It pours out of my eyes in tears, It agitates […]
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Read MoreNobody figures it out, Life is in charge; A RECYCLIC boss Who glories in his consistent win, Over us. Think: He buried our doom In our necessities, Our diminishing In our growth, Our fatigue After the expense of our strength, […]
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