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Stuck in traffic

traffic of the mind

thoughts can’t move

progress

stuck in time

 

a dull ache hinders progress

 

now it’s sharp

painfully there

i’m aware

sorely

of its presence

 

again it’s gone

like it was never there

 

a pretender

 

now i look outside the window

and breath in

stale yet fresh air

like life

vitality

in

and

out

 

in

and

out

 

now i can think

again.

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