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Rated: E · Poetry · Philosophy · #1142118
Late nighter. (been busy)
Led to life's edge.
Gripping madness.
Convoluted.
Swift maelstroms
rock the foolish,
dashing stone walls,
from their thresholds,
built by themselves,
for selfish wants.
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