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Tuesday, October 6, 2020

Blackout

A moment passes

Forgotten by the wayside

It slipped through my grasp

 

Lucidly stumbling

Sweet pools of delirium

Unconsciousness looms

 

Skip, sputter and fall

Fumbling with extremities

Four limbs on the ground

 

Cool grass on my face

Soft light brushing my lashes

Passed out with dawn




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