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Troubled in times of mayhem;
over thrown with despair, weak from the constant leaking of life fluid; slowly deteriorating the inside of my nucleus; unsolved mysteries haunt lost souls traveling through different dimensions; stopping in different realms, meeting foreign forms of life, but speaking the same lingo, guess Ebonics are universal; their ways seems totally strange dogs speak when spoken to, as birds sing I overstand their chirps, and reptiles change colors to match the clouds, but the clouds are not white, or illustrating heavy rain, they are the hues of the rainbow except including black, which caught the nude eye as the exploration continues; Harmony seemed to flow through everyone and everything; nostalgic feelings take over, world begins to spin, insides shaking like quakes and it's back to cosmic travel, capsuled in a cerebral vortex unable to escape like rats in an unsolvable maze; taking quantum leaps while my brain quietly sleeps! Vote for this poem
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