Inner Realm
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A deep desire inside my mind,
Pooping the vein the day and the night,
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A deep desire inside my mind, Pooping the vein the day and the night, The memoir that is gone; buried deep
nicely penned about life- The mistrial of mind is beyond time, The past is dead and the present quiet.
The ripple of time that seems naught. The skyless skies, the op-ed page, Of my mind is hogwash to being.