Keep the tips of my fingers callused,
The rings to my eye sockets,
Deep and purple.
I do not have the luxury of being lightning in a bottle,
I must make my presence known through substance,
Filling the sea of aspirations with my own,
Intoxicating and plentiful,
The key to any readers hearts,
My own suffering.
I will expose myself bare,
Devour my offering so that I may find release.
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Wake and feel,

wake and breathe..

Foggy thoughts..

Where?                What?           Is it?             

Arrrrrrh….

Don’t endure this – it’s a waste.  Live - try to live.

Possible,

move a little

move a little more.

Now.

And Again.

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