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4. Awakenings

My shackles shake
Born of a Material world.
 
Leaping sands
Leave familiar  footprints.
 
This is the path
Of madness.  
 
It's a cold path  
But this path
Lies ahead.
 
And then impact
But not like before
Sensation
Awareness.  
 
Awakenings!
 
God I love a drink!
Written by zenithquasar77 (Marcus cooke)
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Filling in the gaps of the wee hours...what to do!
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