ROT by Justin Thomas Squires

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In this night,So unpreductive yet I rot, in this Chair so unpreductive yet I think, about things that matter not. Things that may matter not to most yet matter like anything else to me. Yet I rot. In this chair, so Unpreductive. Maybe I will take a walk, very preductive indeed. A walk that sooths no one but myself and my dead mind to most. Do I care, no I shall not. For if I sit so Unpreductive, I shall indeed ROT




-Justin Thomas Squires
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July 29, 2005

"You must not ever regret the things you do. You simply learn from life experiences how little or grand they must be. You must not repent unless you have to."