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Nov 2017
My minds a pond,
it's been murky a while,
filled with waste, bad thoughts, and plenty of bile.
The ecosystem dead,
food for thought no more,
my ponds been drained,
spilled all over the floor.
Every now and again,
someone comes along,
to clean out the waste,
to fill up my pond,
that time comes to an end,
again and again,
goodbye my love,
my pond loving friend.
Written by
Godlink  20/M
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