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Tuesday, October 6, 2020


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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