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The swinging of my soul

I wrote this back in 2009 – originally posted on my DeviantArt.

Like the earth floating through the atmosphere
or man as he searches for the truth,
the beginning of the ending,
nothing is clear…

What is happening now, nothing makes sense
I don’t know what’s going on
Please lift the drifting, dripping fog
from over my kind of guy,
the kind that is so intense
that he understands everyone, and no one at exactly the same time…

Love, Hate, Familiarity, Obstinacy, Distance, Closeness…
And Me…

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