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Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Grammar

Filled with foreboding,
I sit dreading, contemplating,
While my body betrays me,
Spilling the truth to the ground
It's only a change of seasons
But this little bit of spice
Could spell mess for my life
Pressing me further back
Adding time to my sentence
And as you can see from my grammar,
I need my words to be short and brief

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