My heart's soft and the brain's loud
White in my eyes looking more like rain clouds
don't sleep good
can't get right
resting and feasting only comes from new insight
my frame's sore
bones mad
heading toward epsom salt and heat pads
it should get good
i'm through
thank god for the karma loop, a cycle's due
respecting the process--off GP I'm tied to true
recognize that even something bad is still something new
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