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Nov 2012
when i find myself missing
my thoughts lopsided
like a undone braid becomes after Running,
i close my eyes and see every nothing
and shout only silence to fill it with anything at all
pursuit of pressure,
clawing at me to choose,
constant tears draw a line to me in
the paths of potential pushed suddenly
so i only want to be in my present mind.
how can i discover without determining
where have I Run to now?
the disappeared
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