Exit Into This

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Another subconsciously aware sleepless night; at least once a week. Walking feet coming up behind me, both dreaming vividly Proposed, to commit suicide over a crime with two other guys sitting bitch-seat of a convertible, approaching an elevator… to shoot up. To eliminate ourselves I bail at the last minute. There is time. With a cash-wad, folded over Bent to go in hiding. So many heavy themes in this ONE, no sense denying him. Now religious fasting Two concepts bide, law of attraction vastness open inside of me, opens void to keep filling The atheist finds their vacuum, and the scientist beaker is starving Kiss me this, a chin turns sideways In life where we spend our time and with … Read More

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