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Mar 2012
I'm burning out, falling hard
A dark star aching for a piece
of memory
I never asked to be confined to blood and bone
Slitting wrists leak black space matter
Occluding desire and thought
Contorting, morphing through my crazed
imagination
Seeming blurry and tear filled through these eyes
Human. Mortal. Concrete.
Deity. Eternal. Without boundaries.
Dust settles between my toes
Rubble at my feet
Keep telling myself I'm ok
As I drown myself in moon's long dead oceans
I'm ok
Tripping off into the space in between spaces
Mind constantly adrift
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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   JL, Brandon and ---
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