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Jan 2018
There's a realm of perplexity
Beyond the walls of reality
A consequence of wits
Behind a shroud of eyelids
A constant sense of foreboding
Of every recent shortcoming
A conglomeration of me
And all i seek to see
But this depth is too deep
And the ***** is too steep
The pull is constant and steady
My own will feels petty
Condemned to my hazy abode
Muddled at the node
Seeking only to find a path:
The dreams of a polymath
A poem about dreams
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