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André Morrison Sep 2020
I want to be out with my woes from the get-go
Mental foes bring back past memories
Sentimental tows that make it hard to let go of these jeopardies
Rental on feelings, conscious numb alike to leprosy
Spirit claims heresy, conscious won't succumb to its beliefs
I'm in disbelief & empty, like a sword unloyal to its sheath
My joy is brief, not plenty as there's sorrow beneath
I beseech I see tomorrow

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