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Aug 2015
A nice curve upon these lips
upside down then often flips

sinking deep with no one near
words buzz my head about fear

cryptic thoughts with simple minds
describes humans of three kinds

hum of nature's life outside
pink mush in my skull, just dyed

no pain skating though my form
feeling wooden, where's the swarm

thinking found answers, I'm lost
rare's high-priced but at what cost
too many metaphors so it's okay if you don't understand. This is just an outlet for me. Overthinking always gets the best of me, but today, not thinking or caring at all really upset me. Overthinking can be good. Humans of three kinds...
Sarahi
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Sarahi  Kansas
(Kansas)   
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