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Intense thick clouds obscuring vision,
Pre planned malice yet no thought given,
A mess of unplaced thoughts surround
Logic whispers but i wont listen
The calm that follows leaves air so thick
A lack of focus a clearing mist
A wind that blows me from where i came
And ignorance is mine again
Exhausting though this place may be
This clouded space is part of me
To leave i need a place of...
Saturday 3rd March 2018 11:40 pm
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