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turning turning turning slowly turning like a corkscrew spiraling ever deeper into madness perched high above the room watching the butterflies flit from bloom to bloom If I close me eyes will darkness come If I slip from this conscious  state will peace enrapture me
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Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
Afternoon nap
turning turning turning slowly turning like a corkscrew spiraling ever deeper into madness perched high above the room watching the butterflies flit from bloom to bloom If I close me eyes will darkness come If I slip from this conscious  state will peace enrapture me
michael-t-brice
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Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
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