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Mar 2016
This manifestation
Of the best and rest
Thats left in my head
Enjoys testing
The limits of this infestation
I call it reality
My analyst
Jousts with my imaginist
As their horns and halos get locked
My head begins to rock
Shoulder to shoulder
All this yelling has to be blocked
This snowball rolling downhill
Turns into a boulder
comprised of snowflakes
Imitating faces of friends shocked
shocked at the smolder
Left from the forest fire
In my mind
Each new thought another tree ignited
And expanding the blight
That i stew over
I stir frequently but the bottom still burns
And it boils over
So the next trial begins
Written by
DK  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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