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Aug 2015
I awoke this morning
Face in the sand
Choking on the grains and
incapable of mustering enough
Something
to vanquish the apathy
that keeps me there
and now
i sit here
alone in my room
thinking horribly false
unsupported thoughts
that rattle my heart
until it shakes my bones
I don’t know
from where
these thoughts come
but I know where they go
Solomon Sverdlovski
Written by
Solomon Sverdlovski  Tennessee
(Tennessee)   
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   Rapunzoll
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