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Tears gather in the bags of my exhausted memories
Curiosity tucks my insecurities into flashbacks where my most unwelcoming nightmare is a reality
Dendrite locs plug into my scalp connecting my imagination to the universe's matrix
They collect the Suns agony like rain water in the overflowing Mississippi
Pain has clouded my ora and made its way into the crevices of my concealed smile
Father Time is ruined, I can feel the beckoning sun peaking through the heart of my hour glass
Third time around on this day and the anger is not so distant
There's a certain level of comfort in familiar territory
In the end I just might be ok
