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12.10.08 / 11:06 am
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there exists a disconnect:
i cannot sleep when i am meant to;
i only dream and do not sleep,
and in my waking hours am flesh,
without conviction.somewhere beneath my skin,
i am woefully electrified into being,
and am haunted by those thousand natural shocks
that my flesh may be heir to. never to die, never to sleep,
to walk through an endless dream.
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