...if we were splinters of god
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it would be natural, then,
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for the mind to explore and grow like bronchioles,
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it could also be said that if you listen between the spaces
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that the possible directions we could choose
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are infinitely less restricted, than we thought before
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old friend old friend, distraction
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can I walk on?
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or will I attach myself to you?
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...like I always seem to.
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with these stories that I cling to
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when the past is never real anymore,
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when the past is never real anymore.
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in this longing for light,
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voyage on diversified synapses that fight
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through paralysis
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I got a answer for everything in these traps I set myself,
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when the possible directions I could choose
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are infinitely less restricted than I thought before
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old friend..
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Old Friend
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| Sheila Nicholls |
