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Oct 2018
I try to grasp.
It slips away
I give up it wrath
It's back to stay

So it seems that I only dream
The more I let go the easier it becomes
I shed my skin a snake
I go for a swim in a lake of gold
What are these feelings I cant shake
Are these lies I have been told?
I am tender, I want to awake
In this life I have always been old
So I let my heart of hearts unfold
Things can be to illusive to explain properly, so we are forced to use pose and metaphor.
Imanuel Baca
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