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all the summer reading retaining dust
all the relationships ive waddled in
all the songs i left loose leaf hanging
all the recordings i have
deletedmade me into the
mad glad scientist that i am
I am no longer a dreamer
but i am a creator!
but fuck (haha butt fuck),
summers already over.
So now i call my ink slingers and note bringers,
skipped dinners and line singers,
to create the masterpiece that ive been longing for
A song I can play for my friends.
p.s. currently writing a roast for salamancack, message for suggestions, but please keep in boundaries
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