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Mar 2017
A beckoning of quietness and solitude,
Indeed.
It's so silent in here,
goodbye to a tune that no longer plays,
and welcome to a mind with space for renovation.

Sobriety and lucidity in a trashed city,
no more looking for assurance in a distant world.
Feelings of happiness pervade the feelings of
Guilt,
as if life isn't meant to be like this.

I guess it takes a while to learn,
no more,
time to get a move on.
Matt
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