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May 28
This continuum of cosmic enormity
scares the flimsy streak of life inside me
What is this ruse of light and shadows?
sometimes being eclipsed by my own

I feel suspended in an excited state
witnessing a multiple strip-tease
the more I know the more there is to know
What is the secret Iā€™m being kept from?

I feel Iā€™m being made to run aimlessly
In the marrows forced against my skin
and pressed against a giant sheath of contraception
lest I conceive of the grand hidden agenda!
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ChronicSage  F
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