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Mar 2014
It seems to me the only time
I can get anything productive done is when my mind starts
to drift away.
The descent into sleep caresses my mind with soothing words
It sets my creativity free, and for an eternity
I am lost entirely within me
Matthew Rousseau
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Matthew Rousseau  22/M/Massachusetts
(22/M/Massachusetts)   
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