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Wednesday, July 24, 2013

The earth surrounds me
but I am chained to my habits
my perception
like a clinging doll on a trapeze
my balance line my checkbook
counting chips
failing in grace
addicted to greed
splintering logic
separating truth
black and white raw
pale storms surround me
inflicting my inner being
I am dead yet alive
in my inclining nature
to have, possess then dissipate
capturing slipping fingers
trying for a temporary win
with no reserve.

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