Grounded
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blastimus
blastimus but they since rose, and won the day.
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Short piece on lack of inspiration.

Grounded

Grounded, thoughts cease to spawn, into the soil ideas melt and pool, like my minds noxious drool, in which melts my gilded crown.

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