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Too many nestled mine soul,
not much warm from rigorous cold,
grip loosens uphold,
as when brain stares off into untold
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lying upon hard ground,
writhing to take control of another mental pound;put me under hypnosis,
create memories of unicorn bliss;
I have a terrible blockage,
an urge to resist,
one may chaulk it up to mine head's hostage
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a severe case of Helsinki Syndrome exhausted.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...