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    I want to find the distance
    between procrastination and persistence;
    How wide is the growing pit
    that long ago, I fell in.

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    As wide, perhaps, as an ocean?
    as wide, by chance, as creation?
    this dark place I fell in
    love with.

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    The place from which outpours
    my worst and greatest works,
    the place in which I hide
    my face behind closed doors.

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    The place whose craggy walls
    crust with salt and waterfalls
    carry down jubilant reproach
    to plaster my hair against my scalp.

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    The taste is like disease
    as I smile up to see
    the widening top open, revealing
    at the bottom, wet, laughing, me.

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