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Apr 2020
i keep tripping over nothing,
i keep running to get nowhere.
i keep folding under pressure
and stares,
fumbling on words and
seeking cheers to go beneath me.
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i keep finding myself,
i keep counting to 10
then tapping,
random clapping
then zen
and then present moment beings
to bring me gifts,
lifting me higher.
make something of nothing.
Written by
the black rose  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
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