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Sep 2016
Seemingly quiet
Inspirational rhetoric as the crowds come and fade away.
Lost souls, empty lighters and the clowns continue to their own bipolar destiny
All encompassing life too much
Simple short breaths treat me as mystical magic
Keeping jagged thoughts at bay from the desperate circling act
Pure delight
A good day indeed
A good moment absolute
Written by
Yz Doo
152
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