Losing It

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The voices don’t agree today, it seems that past practice is no longer acceptable.  I look down upon a bound figure whose name got lost in time.  In the prefect world in which I dwell, reality visits like a social worker marking up a checklist.

It is said that a crazy person will never understand how crazy they really are.  

My matches keep my can of gasoline nervous.

I start to believe that control has left me a widower.

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