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Jan 2015
What am I
if not a longing soul

Knowing where there's
life, fire, worship, lust
and I may not have any of
It

You see,
I am in
what all too few know
but many should learn,
that which is called
a brain reboot

It means
the grestest joy of the world
simply can't be had
by me for a spell

"It's Ok,"
I tell mysrlf.
"Your time shall come"
and then I realize
It
already did
Used to be the life of the party
wave
Written by
wave  in the forest
(in the forest)   
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