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 Jul 10
Ophelia Ray
when I walk alone
it gets dark too quickly and I sink
into mesh.
siphoned through waves, lifeless
hues of mostly brown and white,
not really grey
like I like

and not really stale,
just not right.
the words, the noise, the light
penetrate the sigh in my mind
then dissolves up in smoke
I'm not really high

depressed

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