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Altered I've never been good with altered states anything that tips the delicate balance of sanity does not weigh out with me. The world stopped moving and you and I were alone in the kitchen- that night. I coughed blood into your shoulder- and you tentatively patted my back The ticking you heard was not a time bomb- merely a counter clicking by the moments until the balance was restored And when that moment came- I looked beyond your shoulder and saw the suspended world so I reached out with my sinewy arms and grasped at the invisible insanity and I got on my knees and lapped the puddle of blood gathered on the floor. The world jerked back into motion- and I was still and sat on the couch And laughed it off.
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