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Apr 2012
I spend my time in an empty room
the walls echoing my thoughts
as I chase resolution with all of my will.

Enormous moments of clarity come to me
as my vision is erased
and I lose myself in movement.

I could spend eternity in there
lending myself to purification
losing the concept of my self.
William Fredrick Bissette
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