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Into the Black Hole, Spinning

I went and saw and lost myself and never thought it would happen to me

like a car accident with fire trucks and ambulances and police

and stretchers and pour souls waiting

that will never happen to me

Until down into the abyss I go and time seems to slow

and I surf without getting wet

pathetic just like the rest

An addiction nevertheless that freezes thought in an instant

and replaces them with endless searching for meaning and fragile connection

Circling around, look here, no direction, life on hold and desperate without risk

spinning out of control on the internet.

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zulu-samperfas
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Jan 21, 2014
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