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Sep 2015
sometimes
I just feel stuck.
I couldn't tell you how,
or by what.
There is simply this
perplexing mass of
displacement
weighing on my mind
in aggravation.

It feels eerily like stagnation
and impatience
but I have no current task
I am evading.

I am just....
waiting.

it is excruciating.

C.e.M. September 12, 2015
Ryn
Written by
Ryn  Asheville
(Asheville)   
510
     Tyler Smith, Brooklynn Nights, --- and ---
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