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In a state of suspended habitation- weightless. The gravity of youthful expectations lifted Swallowed glimpses of greatness and grandeur This is it...I am already here. Smooth illusory cohesion of being Empty vortices of mild appetites & languid compulsions Yet, while these puppeteers softly saunter me through it all, and nothing Blue moons illuminate a reality of paralysis Perched on the surface- A vast cool reservoir of sorrow & despair      Serene in its dormancy,           Terrifying in its potential.
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
Suspended Habitation
In a state of suspended habitation- weightless. The gravity of youthful expectations lifted Swallowed glimpses of greatness and grandeur This is it...I am already here. Smooth illusory cohesion of being Empty vortices of mild appetites & languid compulsions Yet, while these puppeteers softly saunter me through it all, and nothing Blue moons illuminate a reality of paralysis Perched on the surface- A vast cool reservoir of sorrow & despair      Serene in its dormancy,           Terrifying in its potential.
other title 26 and a half years old- for all my 20 somethings :)
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
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