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Nov 2017
my mind
  s
    p
      i
  n
s

the colors

all of the COLORS

the cardinal red
the 6 drops

i cannot stay here
                i cnnt sty hr’

but my mind
                MY MIND
                                IS
STUCK IN
A RECURSION
                          MY MIND
                                        IS
        STUCK IN
        A RECURSION
                                MY MIND
                                                IS
       ­         STUCK IN
                A RECURSION
                                A RECURSION
a
recursion

‘i know’


                                       ‘i have to get out of here’
‘to safety’
unsxfe
Written by
unsxfe  Good ol' Tejas
(Good ol' Tejas)   
356
   Zkulblakazz and Vyiirt'aan
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