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Saturday, February 23, 2013
Prophase
They'd say it's a phase. If they even saw.
I see through the clouds, I'm near home.
I've been here, intracellularly here.
Not sick or gone. Not gone, man.
I'm on a plane onto a new plane.
I turn my head and my seatmate is me.
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