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Jan 2015
Whatever it is
that gets you
out of your bed;
do that all day-
do that all day.

Whatever it is
that keeps you
out of your bed;
you'll find a way-
gotta find that way.

If it is
something you love
it is a part of you,
just as you, now,
are a part of it, too.
May someday become a song. We'll see. I hear some bluesy music when I read this, so perhaps that's indicative.

Spoken recording:
https://soundcloud.com/apexparadigm/fleeting-seas-of-death
Anubis the Philosomancer
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Anubis the Philosomancer  29/We're all a bit mad here.
(29/We're all a bit mad here.)   
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