a series of words.
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there is a certain madness
in these late nights on which
i thrive.
(madness of the restorative
kind.)
a creative force beyond
reckoning which creates
and destroys worlds.
(just to see shit dead or
alive.)
_
i was possibly normal once.
or as normal as any cliche
can be.
but i don't know which fate
is worse.
(My Art or Their Normalcy.)
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and there is a certain...
truth to this madness
that only other mad-people
can see..
this..
ability to create and
destroy everything.
(with a series of words.)
j.stephen.h.
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