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rejuvenated

i wrote poetry. i wrote crap. i wrote on the table. i read poems i wrote, and ones i didn't. i fell in crush (in like?). i wrote poetry. i breathed it. i was saturated, and supersaturated. i met beautiful people who wrote poetry.

ramblings, every one.

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