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 Mar 2019 Bruised fruit
Empire
I think I’m addicted
To writing these words
Every moment
Free minute
I just want to write
I crave the
High
Of writing
Of these words
I chase it
Like a maniac
Running right off
The deep end
To be lost
In the depths
Of language
And the murky waters
Swirling in my head

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