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Jul 2017
Settled comfortably in to our safety harnesses
Protected from all of the life that begs to eat us
We couldn't see inside
Where the parasitic thoughts are born
A sin for the weekend wrapped inside a plastic bag alibi
You hold tight to the memory
Prescription of hope and the bottle almost empty
A magnified moment
A vibe that seemed to transcend
A paradox not meant
For our consumption
Shawn Adams
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