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Mar 2016
ruins the buzz,
rushes reality back,
        rudely wakes me up from fantasy life-

                          slaps me in
my face, like ice cold showers,
             or when the voices stop

                               talking
leaving me to my own
            whatevers , or dreams-

                            makes me
throw up, fall down,
                 needing it back
wordvango
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