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Sep 2013
It is a feeling always there, tangible in my sleep

entangles much as I weep, wings struggling to fleet

painful vibrancy, scars with red splatters

meaningful as laying under the stars chatter

sublime as deep orange sunsets in warm sand

with friends listening to our favorite bands

lodged in deep in the prefrontal cortex

a reward craved becoming so far fetched
Written by
megan
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