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Sep 18
Log
Ideas flow
Through my head
Like voices.

When I write,
There are many.
A group.

In the dark,
There is one,
Alone.

When I work,
There are none.
Void.

But when I sleep,
They are one.
Log.
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Karma  18/M
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