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Dec 2018
His tired mind
was locked in a wicked
cell of illusion,
bounded by a seemingly
impossible freedom

A forced vision
constantly replaying
on the surface
within his skull:

a fear that his world would

collapse
at
his
feet

Why does he weep without reason?

There was no sadness,

only an empty voice and a mind racing against itself to a nonexistent destination
Lyrical Dream
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