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Exhale
The mornings are full of dew-covered seas of sepia
The feeling I have inside stirs a sense of being sporadic
I am transfixed on my prize
A piece of parchment that lets my elders know I accomplished what was expected
And hang on to miraculous things that I have managed to complete
The beige colored setting of life in Illinois continues to beat like a slow bass drum
Stuck in my clock tower I proceed to observe time
Pushed onto a splintering wooden plank of the pirate vessel- Lady Future
I stare into the abyss, the long dark deep blue
The silence and inward breath taken is the last feeling before the plunge
Shadows converge my figure, temptation, and decimation
With a wrong breath, the world grows dimmer
The haze of force and pressure fill my ears and my mind as it slowly erodes
Until it dawns upon myself
As I Exhale….
I draw the card of power, of wisdom, and of courage
Virtues that plunge the darkness into the pit from whence it came
No more shall it haunt my steps
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