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Feb 2012
Mental adaptation;

confused thoughts inflict steady minds

with anticipation, hidden behind concrete barriers,

that slowly degrade, cracks forming with age.



Vines prying at those empty spaces,

in the division between our stolid faces;

Destroying the walls between our eyes–

(maybe we’ll find they were always aligned).
Written by
Nicholas Berghane
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