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wrote this after I learned about the dollar diplomacy

confused in grey, sad poems, deep times

an expereince in a tunnel vision.

My knees started to give way, my legs were shaking violently. My left arm won’t move. My right eye won’t seem to open. Still, though..

So Delilah I guess I’m singing to you with no sight Strange I still see your eyes never the less I’m down and I just had my firs..

up for intertitation

The soup spoon in his hand was starting to grow heavy as well the last of the soups heat dissipating. Till at the end of the table he stood and ..

i typed this out of an idea in the middle of the night

I wrote this after i got off work from macdonalds. Basically im looking for comments.