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Addle Brained

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What is consciousness in cloud rich memories?

Every entity is She, He, Them;

Decomposing lenses clutch these weary eyes.


Another yesterday passes forward.

I saw you then and now.

Maybe once more,

One of these seconds.


These cobras pump more venom in brain.

Birds chirping, beating beeping in rhythm with me.

Cotton-polyester wearing demons, poking and prodding.

Stop it.

Leave me be, heathens!


I've shattered the surface.

She was so beautiful.


Too many yesterdays, I think.


Counting clouds today.

She gave me pen and parchment, how curious.

Something is in my eye.


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I enjoyed this very much, made me think of times tricky ways... thx

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