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On manillascissor wrote:

alone in thought
the ideas they fly
inside my being
eternal tornados

cluttered and messy
a summerstorm hangover
kittens come out to play
beneath the silver-shocked sky

it’s wrecked and destroyed
the only stability ever known
plucked like a dandelion
and blown into one thousand pieces

so we listen to the quiet
to hear what it says
too many voices before
with nothing said

find that voice
and continue the struggle
it’s never easy to be
and never hard to cease

in my time of dying