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Processed Thoughts

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                                                    HAS     
                                      
encrusted my eye  sockets 
rebuilding
a new view i see it clear i see it well the burning
sensation called HELL.
people walk around all day in a zombie like stage
answering to their higher power.
YES
MAN
NO
SIR
RIGHT AWAY MAM
well i will sleep when im dead and thats to be seen
i believe in an awake dream
palms all sweaty teeth grinding
 two left feet one following the other backwoods
   im in way too deep walking blindly into a one way exit
    forgetting what i was to remember i lost my way when i stopped
                                                   S
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               ill find my way when i say goodbye 
i must trust again i must want again
in the waking of the new day i see you smile
we are in love   AGAIN 
now i can sleep ...

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