i got this thing eating me up all inside
like a fresh cup of coffee to my throat
that amusingly i seem to love
i see it moving back and forth
north to south to life and death
its like an oxymoron with an answer
solemnly but not possible
would this be always?
a dark surreal routine
think of the possibles
that asked you to march
well thang sometime.
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