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Night Moves
Some days, my mind just drifts. I am not able to grasp a thought, it just melts ways between my fingers. I lose my focus. I get worn down, torn apart, divided into many selves trying to complete a task. There is no presence, only contant seconds waiting to happen. Years ago a new acquaintance told me I need to hold on to my parts, keep them together on days like these. Now, at night, I wander. Am able to hunch down a three legged thing, am able to breathe and focus. At night, you need a light to focus. So why not show it.
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