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Surrounded in the Key of B Flat Running like a fool. In a circle. The same circle. Huffing and puffing. Pushing and shoving. The same steps through the same life. Looking different, but actually the same. The same day, the same outcome. Each night, the same. Lifeless in bed, surrounded in the key of b flat. The up again, and running like a fool. In a circle. The same circle. Oh shit. a stack of other poems here nicaskew/category/poetry/
Posted on: Thu, 28 Aug 2014 15:26:50 +0000

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