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Jun 2019
Trying to perceive the dissonance
I changed paths
Walked and treaded, went looking for the mendacious among theΒ Β 
Well read, there lay somnambulant desires
Was time and space, I could not face the present summer months seem longer
The billowing nimbuses turned into the peach clouds meant to be there
Sadness washes over your face like acid and acrid Pink Floyd
The painkillers just wash down your sink with the medication
The window of torture in the soul's window
Call it watching the smokescreen with scion meant watching
The sunrise
The same reminiscent pain comes to haunt you again
They're watching and praying
I hope you find your wealth in good luck, but good wealth in bad luck
But, you can't be rich and pretend to not talk about it
Go ahead then let's talk about it
Midnight Locke
Written by
Midnight Locke  22/M/New Delhi, India
(22/M/New Delhi, India)   
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