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Apr 2017
When you are engaged
In a practice of whole,
Concentrated madness
Where nothing else
Is with you. Now.
This is real life.

Otherwise,
Shut it off
Impulses fire
In lies and ire
Only to Keep
You Home.
My brain is a ******* compulsive liar.
Written by
Derek DM  40/M/Karlsruhe
(40/M/Karlsruhe)   
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