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Jan 2015
Pendelton Lux
Giving ***
For Free
So Scurry
Little Rabbits
She Welcomes
Intelligence
Beauty
Spirit
Passion
The Healing and (even) The Broken

Pendelton Lux
Using a crutch
Losing his touch
Anger inducing stimulation
He's thrashing outward
Screaming to allies
Asking for truth
Stays up late
Eats small bites
Nauseous thoughts abound
No longer sound
Head spinning round
Wishing tears away
He welcomes sleep
Only wanting to dream from the beginning anyway
~where they reside~

ever feel like you have more than one part of yourself?
but you have two main selfs?
sort of like the devil on one shoulder and the angel on the other?
I do.
Pen Lux
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Pen Lux
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   JDK
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