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Jun 2014
My brain beats a new tune into my skull
pounding like an alarm
telling me to get up
keep moving
always rushing from one thought to another
one place of discomfort to another
I can't breath for the matter in my lungs
coughing up limitations
and surpassing the inevitable downfall
it can be put off to a later date
when I can more fully collapse into myself
without fear of repercussions
lost moments of knowledge
needed to complete the seemly unending journey into summer light
I'm sick
but hey
nothing a little ignorance can't cure
Lover of the light
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Lover of the light
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