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October 7, 2015

I want to walk over
Bang on your front door
And yell

All my grievances
Judge your sins
Demand resolution.

I want you to know what I think of you
My conflicts and confused arguments in my head.

I want it all aired so my organs will be clean again
You haze of a thing
I’ve been smoking and your particles stick in my lungs.

‘To travel in patience is to make peace with time’

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