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Hitting Surface What is this that I have found, a cushion for my soul- never stiff but never sinking. The potential exists yet you are impenetrable. I remain tense. Overcome with fatigue, I dive into your shallow surface. The contact awakens my inner conscious. My eyes are open! You are a vagabond of emotional states. Your focus is survival. Your down is delicate and your own. I am too heavy. |
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