“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Showing posts with label fills. Show all posts
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Backwash
-Fulfillment fills up-
-Meaning is made on purpose-
...re-turns investment
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