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Jul 2016
The seconds, they pass,
then turn into days,
with nothing to change it,
I stick to my ways.

The ways of a mad man,
with no place to hide,
gone crazy, now selfish,
Alone in my mind.

Alone, although not,
my thoughts still hold you high,
my mind is your palace,
a place that you can fly.

So fear not, the man that is,
a faded mess, that wants you his,
for he shall leave, with passing days,
and hope someday his ways will change.
Mike Patten
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Mike Patten
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   Jamadhi Verse
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