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Old Volgon Poetry
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Anonymous Coward |
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Outlast? I was born to raise the glass. That's what you call the failure, that by which you call me. Seeing rosy rimmed eyes, lenses too dimmed to last; tab open that mind, know that I feel, what you needle in the sand. The mind that outgrows, that know, that know the souls, and flows with the moment.
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