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Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Round and Round #3
His head spun round and round
Never stopping as the incessant popping
Red signs, everywhere repeatedly
Bashing away at his mind
Entering a state of darkness
Living through blindness
Mentally blank
Mentally black
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