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A man stands on a cliff edge listening to the sea calm as the wind which gently blows He stands like a statue thinking about the past his mind is open I slip inside his head I find a storm unseen and powerful a whirlpool forms of many thoughts mixing to form one confusion rules I see a puzzle its pieces scattered incomplete like a forgotten mystery I close my eyes and leave the man’s head the mind storm calms the man is at peace
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 4:04 PM UTC
016. Mysteries Of The Mind
A man stands on a cliff edge listening to the sea calm as the wind which gently blows He stands like a statue thinking about the past his mind is open I slip inside his head I find a storm unseen and powerful a whirlpool forms of many thoughts mixing to form one confusion rules I see a puzzle its pieces scattered incomplete like a forgotten mystery I close my eyes and leave the man’s head the mind storm calms the man is at peace
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 4:04 PM UTC
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