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Wanting to be the first
Dreaming of the last
To quench the thirst
To mend the contrast
Passionate love for lust
Sensitive dove for trust
To find a middle just
Or else crumbling crust
For bubbles would burst
As of a couple curst
That could be one horst
Than in grabens for worst
Bitter crush as much most
For one soul would be lost
As such must be the cost
If no understanding at least
In dialogue at the meet's mist
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Drawings And Musings
RandomJust because... they wanted to come out... they were whining endlessly, tumbling around in my head, so there they are now. Obviously it's not a story, just some thoughts and scratches that wanted to go somewhere else rather than staying in my mind...
