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Jan 2012
I slept in my clothes
My sanity in its death throes
I throw back some whiskey
Makes me feel frisky
Cuts back the static
Demolishes the walls of this ******* attic
So silent I can hear my heart beating
My lucidity is thankfully fleeting
I dive into a world unseen
Not dreams nor reality, but something in between
Up here time has no meaning
The sun is no longer gleaming
Darkness clouds my mind
But I am free and unconfined
My issues scattered on the floor
Nothing less, nothing more
Patrick McCombs
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