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It's quiet. My mind gets
sick.
It's
quiet. My mind gets sick.
I
cry deep. No hypotheticals.
Assertions.
When
it gets sick
It’s
a physical pain
In
the head. Or the brain.
Pulsation.
Pessimism.
Strip
it down.
Bare
it in its parts.
Let
water and myrrh
Be
thrown on its fire.
- Anatol Cordua (c) 2017
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