Sitting on a breeze

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Sitting on a breeze Washing pain through my head. A sculpture of my death. The last chapter read. Whip the sea into a frenzy. Wander through it like a bee. Slipping through the fingers of a craniotomy. Trapped eternal hopeless. Search for broken sanity. Synesthetic hallucinations. Grand illusions. Baked delusions. Then it stops! It disappears.…

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