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Jan 2017
Drown the sound of my thoughts so loud
What makes my gears grind all around.
My mind over analyzes and wanders
My mind realizes, and yet still ponders.
With all intention to stop my mind from tracing.
Around the track my brain is still racing.
The cycle starts to diminish, It's quieter now.
it's nearly finished, The question is how?
Busy smoke whistle from my ears
Gears collapsing, like they've been at work for years.
You've been casting my heart into the air.
Pretending like I don't care, when I find strands of your hair.
Though things are not as they seem.
Being shouldered away, I'm still your locked dream.
Surly aware, I held my spirit higher
My thoughts were still burning,
And raging like wildfire
Linger in the slumber, the dreams we hold
To watch the mold as your eyes unfold.
We count the stars as our sky gets clear
To pass the time as dreams get near.
kenan meullion
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kenan meullion
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