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Narcosis

Michael Lipps

I see now
These four walls
Were not to be used to contain the human body
But to contain the spirit and soul
They are used to reverse our backwards and one way thinking
Used to help us find our faith
And help us seek out the the help we need
As I lay here naked
Trapped not only within these four walls
But within the ovaloid shaped walls of my own skull
Trapped with just my thoughts
I realize now I was in a narcosis state
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