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Nov 2019
My ideas are lost
In a pool of unknown
My mental mind
Is but a vast ocean
During a scary storm.

Water churning and
Turning over and over again
Until the darkness stops.
And the light reaches the
Depths of our souls...

Only then
Will we be calm...
Dor
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Dor  24/F/221 B Baker Street
(24/F/221 B Baker Street)   
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