Continuously staring through a window hoping for more, as backseat drivers deliver me to utopia. Disputed ideals...following the aftermath of a congregation of lost.
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Interesting poem "My life… …..a. torment of a repetitive strain on the finite" it took a few seconds for me to grasp it… loved the poem..5*