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Jul 2016
You are
Paralyzed,
Dreaming,
Resting,
Resetting,
And Calm.

While I am here all alone,
Waiting for the next day,
For the past to fade.
But it all blurs together
When there was never,
Right hours to reset my mind.
Written by
Angel  Chicago
(Chicago)   
342
   Alice
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