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3d
He can feel it.
And his eyes —
they see-
Caught in the currents
of obscurity.

This inevitability —
it awakens him.

These somatic winds
constantly reshape him.

A soul of inhibited
possibilities,
choosing to dig holes into insanity
instead of ladders
to his destiny.

The worth of a
dying industry sits
in the window
of his faded face.

His view surrounded
by his broken luxuries

He keeps digging
to insanity.
Jay
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Jay  40/M/NY
(40/M/NY)   
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