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He used to be more aware Vision peripheral instead of pinpointed More real More free He remembers what choice tasted like As he rolled each opened ended one across his kaleidoscope tongue He knew this would drown him before he could breathe again His heart lines had turned to dust Blowing gently into the visceral wind of his malady This left him misguided Every hand through his Fingers entwined Became collateral in this new war he did not know how to fight All encouragement fell on his now deaf ears All he could hear was the weighted hum Of personal failure Another day spent in bed past noon Joints moaning in protest when pushed to function He would pull himself together Sew the chasms and fizzures close If only he could make that choice
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 5:08 PM UTC
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He used to be more aware Vision peripheral instead of pinpointed More real More free He remembers what choice tasted like As he rolled each opened ended one across his kaleidoscope tongue He knew this would drown him before he could breathe again His heart lines had turned to dust Blowing gently into the visceral wind of his malady This left him misguided Every hand through his Fingers entwined Became collateral in this new war he did not know how to fight All encouragement fell on his now deaf ears All he could hear was the weighted hum Of personal failure Another day spent in bed past noon Joints moaning in protest when pushed to function He would pull himself together Sew the chasms and fizzures close If only he could make that choice
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 5:08 PM UTC
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