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Jurnei

all thoughts of my future are of You

are in You

are with You.

those are what will arrive.

presently, my head just aches and throbs.

a callous sponge it is.

some thing is wanting to burst toward the glow.

Your original glow.

but then i remember those who are left in the dark.

and i want to find them.

show them tiz a game.

tis difficult to curl up a smagrin.

any moment of relaxation seems a waste.

but i want to rest so desperately.

so that the pounding may subside.

maybe tis a reverb of musical aura?

that would sound nice ... ... .... .... ... ..... . . ......... .. ........ ... .. . ... . . .