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MyDystopiA
Poems
Feb 2021
Echo
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.
Β©οΈJMCole
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MyDystopiA
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