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This is just what it is.

Submitted: December 15, 2015

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Submitted: December 15, 2015



I took time, my time to go well with it

night, day, mornings

In all, I was in the midst of crisis

even thou

the thin wall breake in 2, passing miserable

involuntary movement

I got time to put my shoes from reverse

the noise, unbearable till these days

never mind the same chorus

singing same un-tuned songs, Lord's melody

I climbed and reached the other side

from that locked door

and I saw the fluids coming out from my inner

I thought I was dying

they thought I was dying, it wasn't planned of course

pure accident

pages ran time after time

and I see no end to this carnival of ships sailing away.

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