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Apr 2019
THE EGO,
it rears its head
gliding to disturb the quiet.
It dances in brain
to feed desire to judge.
It whispers with chatter
to distract
from living in heart.

EGO... down boy I say,
as I try to tame it
before it tames me.
CAN'T SLEEP TONIGHT SO HERE I AM
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
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