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For you I lie restless in limbo, Floating aimlessly among wracked bodies And deadened eyes. I wake unconsciously, Ghost-like, Able to view my own body as it stumbles over itself Again And again. These repeated loops segue Into habits, Dark ruts borne into shadows— This is my Lion's Den.
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 10:41 AM UTC
Darius
For you I lie restless in limbo, Floating aimlessly among wracked bodies And deadened eyes. I wake unconsciously, Ghost-like, Able to view my own body as it stumbles over itself Again And again. These repeated loops segue Into habits, Dark ruts borne into shadows— This is my Lion's Den.
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jedd-ong
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 10:41 AM UTC
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