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Jan 2011
Ideas drifting fast between the empty vacuum
That is my mind - as eyes droop heavy,
With vivid images of mud melting
From the sky.

Blood rushes through passages
That is my body - as heart flickers,
With heavy dispute of intoxication
From this lie.

Words tumbling from unexplored cracks
That are within - as mind opens,
With confused conclusion of whether
To laugh or cry.
Jessica Woodward
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Jessica Woodward  Bristol
(Bristol)   
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