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Jan 17
A mind full of patterns
In every which way.
Crawling,
Scrawling,
And cycling
On my walls.
Waves of colors burst
And I forget myself.
Fly into my spiritual dimension
And ascend.
Then it ends.
And I feel some clarity
And comfort
Wash over me.
Alex Smith
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Alex Smith  21/M/Chicago, IL
(21/M/Chicago, IL)   
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