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was

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.

urge

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before

.

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yearn . . .

–

–

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.

.

.

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heat

–

–

before

.

t

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.

burn . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

did

.

n

o

t

.

learn . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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was

.

t

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.

subtle

.

s

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p

. 

before

.

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.

surge . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ the

rapture

–

–

before

.

t

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e

.

turn . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

did

.

n

o

t

.

learn . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

did

.

n

o

t

.

learn . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

did

.

n

o

t

.

learn . . .

–

–

–

.

.

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I

did

.

n

o

t

.

learn . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

tomorrow 

arrived

–

–

again

today,

.

.

w

i

t

h

.

.

the

same

–

–

future

.

a

s

.

yesterday . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ with

.

t

h

e

.

same

–

–

future

.

a

s

.

yesterday . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

I

almost

–

–

found

.

a

.

way

.

t

o

.

pay . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ I

almost

–

–

found

.

a

.

way.

Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in July of 2016 where the affected party struggles with a negative cycle-of-addiction on constant repeat which ends up consuming his/her life – leaving not much of anything left.