From the Start
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Collect the things around this
coordinated area. I'm trying, which is the
worst thing I could do now, to choke &
admit I'm broke, aching bones for those
who are alone. Surrounding souls make it
hard to breathe, so I relieve my inner
child in a mild way, through the Milky
Way. Galaxies counting every last one.
Cold belief feeds on the fact this is
getting old very quickly, yet the arena is
set; the act is an acknowledgment we are
all trapped here. Sharing suicidal secret
pathways to right where the wrong move
was made, cyclical & full of terror.
Living creation leaves me once again, to
reappear in a remembering of the
observation not yet seen. So onto the next
one, sacred smoke emerges from my
lungs, reinvented health, living from the
start.
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