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Still tight,        little leisure
            comes with little pleasure
I’ve found,
that when one simply sits
             down
the mirror corrupts itself,
                        images flicker forth and fro 
tides and crests of wave catch
       like disease
           a gentle sustenance you
crave,
        to put      the effort in or
                 out
Maybe soulful, perhaps pout
         are your lips
puckered to be
            plunged?
 Do you cleave with
          out 
a doubt?
 

(Source: etheleato)

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