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Mind Trip
mind trip
trying not to feel the eratic slips of my heartbeat
i flip into the midst of my thoughts and forget
my mind wanders
intense actions made upon clips of my soul
time ponders again
mind trip
to much for my ears to hear twice
soon my eyes without sight of this
strength without might
theres no end
rewrite
type
i lost my pen no pad
wont begin
mind trip
i think the lines on the streets hold the midst of the fight
and the lies from the sight of my enemies win the fight
yet the war i invent
mind trip
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Napua Nelson
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