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Nov 2014
My mind is too full of things
Unrest calls it home now
Joy pain explosions and tranquility
These resident in my unkempt corners
None can exist mutually
Volatile
Viscous
Unreal
Ready to blow
Circling mind over matter
I slouch over a few good words only to find no sense
(sighs)
Written by
Suzana P Joel
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