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Aug 2017
psychosis grips, grins.
Blink.
Shake my head.
Take a sip of gin, make the gut glitter
touch up brainwaves
rainbow palisades carousal ride around repeated word again left right up down **** me wheres the ground movie movie I'm the star listen wait, let me out the car.
Grips. Grins.
Sip. Gin.
Cycle.
****.
How do I scream with written word? It would take a page or clever words but all I have is a sound. Doesn't translate.
Then again, nothing does.
Grips.Grins.
Sip.Gin.
Cycle.
****.
Paul Donnell
Written by
Paul Donnell  Augusta Ga
(Augusta Ga)   
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