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14 lines
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# Drop Kicked From Senselessness
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*Soft, muttered frequencies on the periphery of my subconscious*\
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*A tune I used to hear that flickers its presence*\
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*Giving me leverage of which to confine myself within the most secluded of spaces*\
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*That distant melody echoing against the walls of my mind*\
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*Silent, familiar wavelengths of nothingness that protrude*\
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*The flooding sensations of lights fluttering among darkness*\
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**Stop. Stop this.**
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*As the static fades out from its crescendo I am thrust outside those walls again*\
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*Glimmering bleak reality returning its vibrancy to mock my estate*\
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*The tempo and pacing and rhythm of the natural beats consume the timeline of my vision*\
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*Balancing myself and weighing my feet as though I've dropped from a short ledge*\
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*And that tune that was once so prominent is back in its chambers*
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