Early October ... a memorable time in messy mind with a more fruitful mind breaking through. The lucid thoughts in earnest, battling against the tiredness of past rituals lost. The movement in life moans ... I love the freshness of the light to dank in more lucid moments. Though the dank recesses ignite by triggers in careless of others words . The not so careless words ... just living on after such trauma inexplicable to most ...
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