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Cold extremities distract my sight
From perspective, trees through the forest, nights
A tingling in fingertips,
a pain, a madness
What is this
There are more walls than I can count
More thoughts than words to let them out
Sweet sounds deter the struggled view,
Determined, strong, set on by you
These do repulse the room’s hard lines
That tighten, straighten so with time
Findin...
Tuesday 16th July 2019 3:47 pm
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