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Feb 2012
Nothing is equal
to a moment of regret,
when everything touched
trembles with catastrophe.
When the realization hits,
that everything's not alright,
it's concrete, unchangeable.
While currents battle
within the skull, conflicting,
snatching,
the mind
is swept away
in its
undertow.
Benjamin  Adams
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Benjamin Adams
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