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Feb 2013
Melancholia
with a nostalgic scent
The clock ticks idly by
as I stare into
the recesses of my
soul
Asking more of myself
than I could
ever
give
I build a prison around myself
My thoughts, iron bars
I long to dive into sublime
unfeeling
Let my mind be still
Come break me free
Josh Taylor
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