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The clouds part
The sun cries down on me brightly
Drum and bass in my ears like a beating panicked heart

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The cool breeze I my hair like ghostly fingers through my soul…
This experience, the now, the existing right this second makes future woes and memories fade as sand through my fingers..  then a traffic horn defibrillates me.. and on with life we go…

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