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My Head is Humming with Wasted Words Caffine Induced Empowerd by Wearness to Take on a Life Of their Own Disconnected from Rational Progression Careening toward No Certain End It Is All A Wastland Here Begging The Night To Cover It's Naked Form In The Cool Darkness Letting The Shapes of Thoughtless Things Be Exposed Slowly Through Touch Taste Scent By The Close Proximity To The Primal Senses Not confused By Presupposed Process This Is Terra Incognita That Which Lay Just Over The Horizon All That Has Come Before Can Only Hint At The True Nature Of this Obscure Realm That Draws Me Into Itself Softly Sweetly Seductive Elusive Yet Familiar Like Some Deja Vu I Enter The Future Wide Eyed Yet Blind Intoxicated By The Perfume Of Forgetfulness |
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