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Feb 2015
with no direction or purpose,
we find ourselves
wallowing in pools of
self-pity.
we find ourselves longing
for those who whisper spurious words of affection.
after all it has always been better to have someone to hold
on those cold nights
than
being alone.
2015|(c) hallucinations
hallucinations
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hallucinations
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