actuality
actuality at the epicenter of my sanity swings a sledgehammer, its strokes devastate the crux of me. whoosh whump each splinter evolves into a different reality. chips of instability litter my essentia, linger to become eventual confetti for my wake. 03-18-11 ©tlp 2011
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