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May 2017
Is this a test?
Is this it?
As good as it gets?
God, I hope not.

Need something more
Something to bite into
Solid, taste, satisfy.
Feed my hunger.

Blurred light
Keep on staring
Drift off slowly
Need to snap out of it.

Senses loaded
Awakening me
Push on forward
Every day comes.
Monday's Life Waking Up Stimulation
Robert J Howard
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Robert J Howard
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