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Jan 2015
I might be dying.
I don't know yet.
The doctors are still deciding
if I will meet Death.

I can feel
all the weird thumps.
I just don't know...
I'm in a slump.

The doctors have done the tests,
but no one knows yet.
Am I the subject of a pest,
or a huge destructive mess?
The Insane Savannah
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The Insane Savannah  In the depths of my soul.
(In the depths of my soul.)   
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