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A Secret Lies Under Arizona
Take a leaf of paper and draw your mind, your bourbon brown that can burn my eyes
Sunday
Metanoia
A voiceless voice stuck worrying of what has yet to come
A repetant delusion afraid of what might become
I sleep alone
I awake
alone.
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