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Distortions

All the pain rocks me to sleep.
I grew tolerant to the effects,
Addicted to the intoxicating isolation,
Romanticized despair, holding hope for miracles.
I can follow the trail at the slightest whim.
I can pick up the scent from miles away.
My vibrations project onto the world
To bounce back as all the bittersweet sounds
I long for, to remind me of what has been distorted.

(2015)

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