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Apr 2020
In my good moments
I merely lean forward
Relaxed and emerged into the future

This perfection I understand
As time ticking away

Yet why is there this state of imperfection
When I feel I'm not here, nor there
Something absurd gripping me
Throwing me sideways

And both being equally euphoric
I do wonder
How would one go about separating these two
For I do like them both

Separately
Written by
Breakwater
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