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May 2013
. . . if you have ever been born,
there was a madness made within you

.forever.

not a madness of cruelty or despair
(for it gobbles these up)
but a madness rich with silver linings
and ships
surely              
          coming          
                            in.
and when (youandi) draw our    
last.dying.breath.
It will be the final fragment to leave us.
it is
it is insanity
it is irrational bug-befuddled lunacy
It is a Madness.

It is called hope.
Written by
J Felix Christopher  with myself
(with myself)   
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