Musing Woes xx
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	where has thy poetic woe gone? dictating and irrational it was pinning emotions in the fog now only a space, too wide and too haste forever thy muse would satisfy again and again my words painted you overly verbose and yet i never knew why the past was somehow always my virtue how to write without thy pitiful apathy? so painful and excruxiating is every forced word and so my belief of your false idiosyncrasy is just as departed as it is absurd.