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if i could simply barter my bets
into to some handsome rewards if the plot to my life had temporarily only become some lottery of loss then i would kindly buy you a drink being poor, i have only my books of yeats, my years of disdain, my dialect is misappropriated malaise tread softly, little girl you're treading on the already burning ashes of poets that roared with a pitchfork with more terror than i could spin with a pen be careful, child |
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your creative mind is inspiring to me.
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