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Dec 2018
Sight
Sight gives me an endless void
I look into it, my eyes hooked,
Wander like a calm schizoid
Neuron-foam dry and fired
quiet chatter, raced nerves, bled.

Forever till they pronounced me,dead.
#lost #hope #mind
Written by
Paul Tomy
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