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January 9 2006
3am
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Dark. I lay. Dimly writing. Barely
able to see.
See clearly.

Can't define emotion & circumstances.
Impulse.
Grasped by moments & acceptance
I will enter the altered state.

One will be there.

An escape from the confusion-

The iron mind will rest.

Free to live and imagine.
Free to enjoy and love guiltlessly.

All smiles and warm touch
waiting...
for me to seep
through the keyhole..

As one has seeped into me.

Lovely.

I will be freed.