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Work

I’m busy doing nothing I do it all day long It’s tiring and its burdensome I’m doing it all wrong. I work at it with diligence I take tremendous care this idleness is tiring me I have no time to spare. I fend off work ferociously there’s nothing I’d not dare painstakingly and tediously I [...]

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as the dust swirled

in much the same way as steel,, when passed thru the flame, will temper,, passions flames, once quenched,, have hardened my heart.. like the frog, playing comfortably in the pot of cool water,, unaware of the flame below,, oblivious,, as the temperature rises,, i languished in the all consuming tongues of your passion,, as you [...]

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