The Mind Shook Fits with a Pen

Because I couldn’t type deliberate and preciseI took it upon myself to say,myself to myselfso there wasn’t any confusion,all of

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Waking Mind

Waking Mind You clank when you walk, as if you were a rototiller on edge tearing ditches into public roadways

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Dead Shoes

I step in dead shoesclay feet with toes of stoneI stand and pause between pacingsa refugee from the referee who

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