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The mind, blurred Ever so slightly By the golden remedy Tries desperately to Squeeze out A thought A tear A tired mind aches For freedom A breath My last breath Anything in the wake of nothing, is something

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jim-moore

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Aug 28, 2025

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Notes: 1/9/2017

I find it so funny when I stumble on things that I wrote years ago that I don’t remember. The old golden remedy is always good for lubricating the synapses of creativity.

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