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school-mandated poetry: day 4 / acrostic
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2018-01-09
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Dead of night, I still lie awake
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Always in search of the last final whispering word
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Never able to satisfy my quench for quotations
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Killing procrastination was never something I was good at
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Must I really go on struggling like this for the sake of a few fleeting
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moments of pleasure?
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Enduring an onslaught of normies and self-proclaimed
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Moral superiors
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Even in spite of this, the memes only grow danker
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Slowly veering closer and closer to the post-ironic zenith
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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