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Aug 2012
I
  get
    frustrated
      with
        time
          spent
            with
          friends
        I
      could
    care
  less
about.
  It
    must
      be
        punishment
          for
            an
              irrevocable
                sin
                  I
                    have
                      forgotten
                        over
                          the
                            years.
                          Karma
                        strikes
                      at
                    dawn
                  ripping
                me
              from
            bed,
          from
        legs
      intertwined
    after
  a
nightly
  cause
    and
      effect
        of
          adoration.
            There
              is
                no
                  hoarding,
                    no
                      trickling
                        of
                          seconds
                            into
                              the
                                new
                                  sun.
                                    There
                                       is
                                         only
                                           residue
                                             left
                                               on
                                                 time
                                                   piece.
                                                     A
                                                       reminder
                                                         of
                                                           the
                                                             inescapable
                                                               labrinth
                                                                 where
                                                                    my
                                                                      mind
                                                                        loses
                                                                          direction.

I envy the free.
Sespoquet
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   spysgrandson
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