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[casper_dave]

feeling glad to be alive this morning
drawing the curtains and facing the day
dropping in uninvited to see how the game's played
casting away dark fears and locking them up
hearing the questions nobody asked
having conversations in mirrors
failing to interact with other creative loafers
fooling myself to feel involved
sitting in the corner and softening the edges
swarming around a demolished monument
passing through cobwebs of apathy
making absurd connections to dead spirits
letting the jokes make the years go by