Nov 2020
A gong sounds from my mind:
Gong, Gong, Gong.
Struggle no further.
Cease and desist.
My mind echoes, hypnotized:
Gong, Gong, Gong.
This way the winds blow.
This way the future points.
Gong, Gong, Gong.
Struggle no further.
Cease and desist.
My mind echoes, hypnotized:
Gong, Gong, Gong.
This way the winds blow.
This way the future points.
(29/M/San Francisco)
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