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May 2016
each time I closed my eyes
my mind was being tossed
by these powerful motions
that were created in darkness
wave after wave after wave they crashed
rocking my insides back and forth
there were points I knew my body
was going to give out and melt
I would tell myself under the sheets
even now I'm dizzy and could *****
I am fearful to sleep tonight
my mind is wide open
and they see the lights on
back and forth  I sway
with my eyes closed I hung on
thinking I would slide off
what made sense, had no structure
what was structured, made no sense
and it all lead to this
the beauty in an ugly aftermath
the night was as long as her legs
and the residual you ask?
just the ticking of the clock
with a strange sense of direction
Sebastian Macias
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Sebastian Macias  Eagle Rock, Los Angeles
(Eagle Rock, Los Angeles)   
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