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Nov 2015
What do you think
of the blood in the sink?
Did you think you could climb out your veins?
Would leaving your being
give a new meaning
to the vessel that will remain?
This is the day
they will look back and say
is the one that started "the change".
And they'll all find
at the end of their time
that you were the one who was sane.

(They were too full to open their brains,
so now they take the blame.
Wisdom and Light are mistaken for Lunacy,
I'll follow this, while you follow me.)
--there is a colored pencil drawing this was written over of a human from the shoulders up with a colored in face devoid of actual ****** features. Just so ya know.
Jen Jordan
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Jen Jordan  New York
(New York)   
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