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when I am in my "resting place"-the place where my head laids; it's like I'm on a boat of one-as my mind just drifts away....
when I am out and active in any form or shape-what makes up most of what I think is wanting to escape;
the boat of one-one's mind adrift-just floating through some waves; outdoors is but a battlefield-indoors the ground still shakes....
war of sorts take place for sure- even if one's not engaged; one's drafted from the day of birth- to different shades of grey....
Published 4th Oct 2023
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