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You know it’s quiet When you hear Your own breath. It tends to paralyse And mesmerise. I need to get out, See people. What people?…

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Woke Up

I woke up; This was going through my head, The dread rhymes That can’t be said, Only read And then forgotten. Consigned To the pit…

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Oceans

Every time tied to the mast, Passing oceans Way too vast. I am not forgiven In my improvision. This cannot last, Go out with a…

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Final Epilogue

What I am about to say Will leave your eyes agog. I have to go away. Death comes easy to me, But living is hard.…

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