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I’ve been sitting on the precipice of this
For a while
Unsure how to express my feelings
When I don’t know what I feel
You see
I’m hysterically nonreactive
I’m worryingly unworried
A switch
From nothing to everything
Because - like Whitman -
I contain multitudes
Many great thrashing waves
Like creatures
They slip through nets
Can’t be caught
They...
Thursday 21st October 2021 9:40 pm

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