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Hopelessly adrift
in the summer heat
I try to find my edge
Words are sticky
bottle necked
in the confines of my mind
I search for my passion
when just moving my body
feels like moving a thousand rocks
Dragging along
Waiting it out
Muse where art thou?
in the summer heat
I try to find my edge
Words are sticky
bottle necked
in the confines of my mind
I search for my passion
when just moving my body
feels like moving a thousand rocks
Dragging along
Waiting it out
Muse where art thou?
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