I tattooed pages full of ink
Birthed characters who think
Pushed my sanity on the brink
People asked: why? I wink
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Truth often trudges in faraway lands
Epigrammatic eloquence sleeps in limbos
Make in the zero, sinuous desert roads.
There I am, kneeling, sand in hand
Trying to quench and expand
Seeing the Earth in a grain of sand.
Sinking in quicksand
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