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May 2012
Out
racing through everything that is
from your toes to the tingling skin
of those finger tips that grip hard

ousting your eyes from their sockets
before bursting you
cut off from the system
withΒ electric still running through your veins

and the room will spin

and the room will spin

till what ever was in it
is flung out

and it will feel like coming
back to where you forgot
you came from
Written by
BG Hermitt
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