Creeping In the Fear
Head is empty
All is quiet
Meditation
I must try it
Calling karma
Test me
Taste me
All is going
Leaving grace.
where to go now
Dead ends
Book ends
Meditation
Sounds so tempting
Too much sound
Surrounding
Voices
All is
creeping in the fear
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