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Nov 2013
I try to cover my sorriness in humor

But when my eyes start to drift and my mind starts to glaze

Time ceases and thoughts cease and people cease and all that is left is the keys under my nails

The peeling of my skin
The scratching of my legs

The motionless shallow breathing that remains a steady and broken hum

When the quiet takes over
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