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Dec 2012
I can feel the grinding
   (tearing and ripping)
             (apart)
my nervous system.
Out here in this deep black;
not a soul speaks back
to the whispers or the shouts.

I've been lost before,
but never past the confines
of my own imagination.
I am (lost) outside.
Chris Rodgers
Written by
Chris Rodgers  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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