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May 2010
my mind slips away as my breath is held

the colors, they stream over me flowing past the patches of grey

the pictures on the wall move as they should seem

stumbling around like a drunken dreamer

i wither to nothing

and blossom like never before

reborn in the fear

my world is changed
Written by
Sonny Duong
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