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Scrap of poetry,scrap of prose,scrap of nothing... but who knows? |
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How good to dream of telling tales! Of tales not told, but ever sold, To diminish the hopes of pride and fold Into the darkness of a disillusioned kiss? Never again for a fag and a fuck- And ever embedded in your friend’s bad luck. Yes! How good it is to dream! |