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A STATE OF BREATHLESS EXPECTANCY

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"O stars beneath you I'm along the line.
Now thou's turn'd out, for my trouble. "


"Thou are prop for me in my sad loneliness.
Centenary passed, still immure with hopes. "


"Oh! Thy woeful appearance, distracted by greif.
Thy veriest glint, you have concealed your greif. 


"Remember o stars, I'll until then, be distress.
Unless thou keep thy head elevated my grievance. "



"It's about dawn, let me absorb inside you. 

Deplete my painful b oudium in your spritual silence"


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14 August 2021 at 06:33
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14 August 2021 at 07:32
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14 August 2021 at 08:30
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