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Mar 2014
my hiking mind can't find the peak
draggin up the track
the end point is lost
restless I lay
head weighs down the abstract
I've conjured for myself
imagine that I'm here
because I am
and
its all inside
stop with the marks and furrowed brows
and end with hallow bones
I breath the dust that exists because I created it
its all inside
everything
the outside is a manifestation
of my nurtured soul
venkra
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