Quincey Burkhalter Biography

I dreamt of perfect 45 degree angles
Not sure what that means
I’ve never been about
Absolutes
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I am
Trading the life
Of underwater breathing
Struggle
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Butterflies
Holding the lids of my eyes open
Opalescence of wakeful dreaming
Rainbows of misty thought
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Just like the blues feel
The raw
Painful chords
Jealousy
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Do my legs have memory?
Do they remember
The standing,
The waiting?
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