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Applications Of The Mind

Why is there tension?
Some circumspection
I
Am
Sleep for thee to dream
Of fear off places
Free                                                                    clear

To be able to not have tired shoulders
And feel like always pushing boulders
Cold, a fiery force
Tear with no remorse
Stomach tightens
Eyes droopy
To window look in and form

Don’t want to give

Trek in cold dead night
With concrete and parking light
Early rising
Late for the noon

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