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As told by Jake Johnstone … poetry rhyme form:
” An hourglass shifted. Leeches lifted. Tobacco smoke reprimanded my humanity and stricken me … stiffened me … and anger dissipated into ignoring the ignorance. Less hair into an angel with an angle!!! Words felt the same but the pronunciations were different, malignant, and belligerent … In a minute I’m minute …An angle to foresee … a Mystery to be … But … that’s only half of my story … The other half is just me … Searching … Searching for a phone … All alone … What was really real felt like a mirage in front of me … About 20 running deer and bulls running alongside each other right at me … Of course that never happened … ”
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