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Feb 2021
Thoughts are heavy
in my head,
feeling a familiar
kind of dread.

The fog crowds,
absorbs all thought.
The half moon hangs low,
echoes a perfect glow.

It's dark inside my heart
when I feel all the parts,
I fall apart.

©️JMCole
Written by
MyDystopiA
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