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Echo

Thoughts are heavy 
in my head,
feeling a familiar 
kind of dread.

The fog crowds, 
absorbs all thought.
The half moon hangs low, 
echoes a perfect glow.

It's dark inside my heart 
when I feel all the parts, 
I fall apart.

©JMCole 

realisation

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