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Dec 2011
The darkness of night consuming my body.
The elixir of morning keeping my mind awake.

Light or dark,
Cold or hot,
Busy or not,
Dreams do not embark.    
                                                                                                                                          
                             T                        I             R                                               G                                            
                                         W                                       L                        N
                                                                                                  I
                                            
                                                      Me        
                

                      S
                    D                                  &                             D
                   R                                                                       O
                 A                                                                           W
               W                                                                               N                                            
              P                                                                                     W
            U                                                                                          A
                                                                                                            R
                                                                                                               D
                                                                                                                   S
SIDEWAYS
                                                                &
                                                                                SDRAWKCAB

I dreamt of a notebook.
I crashed grandpa’s car and became a crook.
I fell for a girl who died.
I lost my mother’s pride.


I
         Have                                                                                                                                 Up.
                                F
                                   A                                                                                          Back      
                                      L                                                                       Me          
                                         L                                              T    
                                            E                                        F
                                              N                                  I          
                                                                So,          L
Dane Johnson
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