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Swimming

a rush of coldness

  evelops

       every cell of my epidermis

penetrating deep within,

  a billion needle-pricks on cold flesh

exhaling,

   I move rythmically,

        flowing outward,

             expressing my power

countless endless morning night
     
    staring at that black line

that monster,

   the snake that attacks with boredom

          fighting-corrupting goals.

I resist,

   with thoughts of others,
 
         of God, of self.
       
I win,
   
   biting off the head of the black and tiled snake

       with my Brain.
Written by jacktc617 (Aurelius)
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