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Friday // Freeday // the week is ending // $$ spending $$ burning // and then waiting // hating // for the week to start // again

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I walk / leaves between my toes tickle / I walk / a rising sun greets birds in the distance / I walk / sand on an empty beech still sleeping / I walk / breathing the air of the living / I walk / dreaming / I walk / seeing / I walk / in gratitude of still being

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o>99<o

99 air balloons

no more

no less,

99 condoms

so many seeds

wasted,

99 small deaths

I gave

you,

99 grueling

years

followed

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Her lipstick and

powder box, memories of

death airborne.

Their naked bodies

dancing, my drunken youth and

innocense crumbling.

Lost, looking for a star

atop a building; guiding.

Berlin, in 1987, I survived

the almighty culling

forever

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You fools; believing that abuse is only an active undertaking. Your turned backs; your not responding to questions; your silence, your mental games caused more damage than any physical abuse could ever have done. Physical abuse can be avoided by keeping the distance; by running away; by sensing danger, mental abuse can only be avoided by running away and then staying away, from everyone, forever.

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How do you define madness? Can madness be cured at all? Is madness just a logical extension, an illness gone on for too long? What is madness, in a world of infinite possibilities? Is madness triggered by too much choice and the power of free will?

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I bow my head before you / I bow as deep as I can / I bow without tipping over / this is all I can give / this is all I am

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There is a ghost inside me / as I age it smiles and waits / there is a soul around me / as I progress it withers / there are questions lingering / about purpose and paths ahead / they will not tell me / so I wait

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