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Originally Posted by ChyllTyrant
equal equestrians whose equities were equivalent to economic downfall
punching bones swiftly
crushing arms of ghosts
but my home’s filthy
so homie pass the roach
lost
i hear the call of the wild
outside my basement window
when time takes a turn too soon
i am dead
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From that point, the poem became absolutely brilliant. Not only was it vividly worded, but it had finess as well...I always like coming back here, even after I've been gone for a while, just to read what you've been up to, and some of the things you've done.
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