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Apr 2019
sometimes
my sight shifts
similar to a haze,
seeing through a mist

eyes clear as glass,
& body still in space,
among the ones close by,
yet the mind has left its
place

floating
it feels
but with a sort of
whirling wheels
flitting & flying
without truly trying

yet I'm still, still
amidst the mist
inspired by the season of flora
sophie mechaune
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sophie mechaune
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