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Jan 2011
My subconscious owns me;
I have no control.

I am --
An explicit enigma.
A steadfast storm.
A controlled catastrophe.
A delicate disaster.
An awesome accident.
An intrepid injury.

I am --
Carefully.constructed.chaos.

And sometimes,
Even I don't know me.
© Janruary 1st, 2011 Moriah Jean

Dedicated to sleepless nights and the introspection they cause.
But most importantly, to new beginnings.
For Joshua.
Written by
Moriah Jean
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