the date sounds like a poem (month, day, year)


damned!
be me
trying
to be less,
obsessive-
and damned be
thee,
oh, sweetest ambition!
the type that make
me
guilty
of being the kind
(the type)
of grandiose
lazy-
for being
strung
out
on nothing
while hope hold for
everything

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