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Oct 2012
My mind goes on a journey
as I sink in my bed of flowers and nails
I see stars morph into raindrops
during a thunderstorm of hearts and hail

My notebook writes itself
and my mirror constantly tells me lies
And when my mind comes to you
I drown myself in an angry, raging stream…
                                                                           Of butterflies
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