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Feb 2017
Vacantly I stare
Through the atmosphere
Into all other worlds
Not my own.

All I need is to breathe
But I'm swimming in fear
No hope in letting go
What I have known has been stolen.

With no guidance or trust
In what needs to be, must
The worried whisper in my ear
money, money, money...

In my heart I know
Love is the flow
But see only tears in my eyes
As those Spacious Skies

Turn into burning orange lava
Overnight.
This is what happens at 3 in the morning but at least I'm writing...

Wish me better words later, please
Shiloh
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Shiloh  33/F/Oregon
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