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Jan 2016
it's harder to get closure when my dreams keep demanding
I watch my life like a soap opera and there's a neverending
number of seasons. I don't have anywhere else to look.
I can't do anything but sleep. Oh God, I could be bounded
by a nutshell, and count myself king of the infinite space,
were it not I had bad dreams.
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