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Current mood:  tired Category: Writing and Poetry
The roar in my ears has a circular pattern
Cows fly and dogs run on wings and feet made of buns
Hands plunge into the icy cold to quench the thirst of those young and old
Lightening flashes in the distance stabbing a sky the color of dirty dishes
And the roar in my ears has a circular pattern
2:35 PM
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