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Drousy still days
of windy aggressive motion
cutting through the nonsense
my head in the clouds
I lost it
Sadly Kida  Aug 2018
Hazey
Sadly Kida Aug 2018
Everything's fuzzy and cloudy
Heads spinning
Drousy
The walls peeling
Eyes red
Throat bleeding
Its cottony skies
That keep me from breathing
My chest heavy
Cant stop from heaving
When I cant stop
All I do is drop
The words in my head
Dropping on the pavement

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