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Aug 30
she says, when i am out of my
mind
i am more in it-do you understand?
sadly,i do..

man,can not do
why..
too much reality..
i donΒ΄t know..

within life there is death
a prospect so fearful
so we dance..

creation is a gift
that is it-all nerve endΒ΄s
go where?

poe looks thoughtful
too much sugar-
but if it can be so powerful

on a whim-finished-
with that..
what is in our minds..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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   Jake Genet
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