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Aug 2019
to be
a human being
is so very small a thing
to be

while inside of me
all of reality
i am
i am
subjectivity

(infinite
finite)

liminal days
eternal lives
visceral
guts pouring
out from inside

it all starts to collide
i think maybe that's why
we must sleep
dreamless
sleep
we must die
Written 8/13/2019
Justin Aptaker
Written by
Justin Aptaker  35/M/United States
(35/M/United States)   
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