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To fall into old habits Can be all-too-easy, Magnetic brushing With all the wrong people, Sight averted plainly, Dramatically to onlookers, Stairways of winking lights Coloring eyes transparent Globes of passing motion, Streaming flurried static images, For the reason of familiarity, Fighting the monstrous Urge to flee from the Hollow gust of self-assurance, Leaving behind a sense Of restless guilt, Cater not to this instinct— Burn alive in resistance, From this, arise and blink Through the ashes Until a new perspective Is revealed and Cannot be ignored.
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Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 2:06 AM UTC
In Search of Fulfillment
To fall into old habits Can be all-too-easy, Magnetic brushing With all the wrong people, Sight averted plainly, Dramatically to onlookers, Stairways of winking lights Coloring eyes transparent Globes of passing motion, Streaming flurried static images, For the reason of familiarity, Fighting the monstrous Urge to flee from the Hollow gust of self-assurance, Leaving behind a sense Of restless guilt, Cater not to this instinct— Burn alive in resistance, From this, arise and blink Through the ashes Until a new perspective Is revealed and Cannot be ignored.
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Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 2:06 AM UTC
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