jagged glass
across the inner ear
scraping lines
of gray matter
with claws extended
flashing lights
impending doom
the fire alarm is broken
like my sleep
the hotel is a cacophony
of all the sins
i have cast
like lines of barbed wire
down my soul
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I hear you brother Mike. Don’t let your past since get you down.
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It must be a crisis day. I had a crisis
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I had a crisis at work too today. 😬
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