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Jul 2015
who I am remains a mystery
even to me
it's simmering in my head,
but never comes to a boil
the feelings and opinions I create
constantly fluctuate and I can't keep track
of what I want
nothing is forever
nothing is stable
our days, our lives, our thoughts
ourselves
everything is merely
temporary
and it will
all
eventually
perish
Arlo Disarray
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Arlo Disarray  In your imagination
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