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I thought he was intangible He's fragile He is frozen in time He's scared He is now going slow motion in reverse His words are misguided They tear everything apart He battles his secrets
Eyes cast toward the windowUnseeingPretending to gaze outward, downwardAt patchwork buildings and trafficUnheard through hospital wallsYet you remember the soundLike the blood rushing through your ears
I have met my spirit Even touched it once With a primly havened tip of a harbored finger But was shocked so shocked that I beheld such a thing in my dank, cavernous arua,
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