You've read my mind,
My body, my soul, my heart
Not so soulful as then,
But not so wistful,
Not such a scary end.
I'm half here,
And half there,
Half thinking,
But half dead.
Whole ambivalent,
Not writing with a,
A pretty little pen,
Not trying,
Just a little preview,
Born in the shadow,
'Tween 'morn and eve.
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