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“Coming round, coming round”

Coming round, coming round what is it that watches over me? there is a something . . . this I cannot fathom not in my conception not in my mind a fact unfathomable a large gaping gap a void in … Continue reading

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Drunken despair

Drunken despair that unseen foe knocks at my soul raps at my breast calling me down I fall into the pit gasping for life I make for the exit and seek deeper into the pit despairing soul am I

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