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Aug 30
Am I a dreamer, or just insane,
A goner, a ******, lost in vain?
These silly poems, these strained-out lines,
They change exactly
nothing, not a sign.

I’m only staining paper white,
Just like my thoughts, which blur my mind.
Be my judge—
is that alright?

Set me free, or end the fight.
Written by
Sarah А Naess  27
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   Bill Johnston
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