Holding on to a gripping feeling,
I'm slipping, reeling into a nature unappealing..
desperate, concealing...wiping out.
When so full of doubt, how can you go without
feeling empty as a canteen in the desert..
you're in heat and on pressure-
they tell you its the weather
condition.
but don't listen...
Its not outside, but inside
Down to the great divide
of the soul.
Divine Interpol.
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