i haven't written myself down
for a while now...
that that need that i had
(to measure and quantify the tempest within)
has been so over-taken and replaced with
a simple peace.
it's like breathing without thinking.
it's not believing, but knowing.
i was whole before i noticed.
my vices and poisons are strangers now;
i can't remember why i loved them so.
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