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Nov 2015
Infest for fest; instead fester.
Rest yourself in steadfast sequester.
Like insects swarm these thoughts overwhelm me. It takes all I have sometimes to keep them quiet.

Formerly part of a poem in progress. I removed it from the current draft but felt it was too good to go unpublished.
Enjoy!
Written by
Fang Xuyokuna  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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