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Tue, 06/27/2017 - 17:11 -- eLITer8

Perhaps, the spirt himself, keeps me up at night.

For I contain no urge to shut my soul windows.

And yet, it is essential? Well, isn’t it? I am sorry,

Is it not?

But yet, I have no urge nor yearn, yes, no fractional

Desire to rest.

Perhaps, I am putting life to the test.

Yes, this indeed dwells within my mind, as of now.

To let this, go, is something I lack to know how.

I also lack the desire to let go.

I now realize, despite any external force,

The internal can say no.

Worldly?  Well, then, no thank you,

I am quite alright,

I think I am done here, for the night…



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