Poem IV

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A flash of fluorecent light, a dance of stars like pixies behind my eyes, a drip of hope that I am wrong and you'll just be the friend I grasp for, a misunderstanding blown into a nuclear solution, and a war for my heart that I fear no one can win because any thing termed 'healthy' by society is two cliffs away from where I am at and where I've been.

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