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A slow heat
Shivers
The core of the being
Mute, I watch
Time collapsing
Into blank despair
Nightmares
Snatching my vision
My ears are sharper
They hear
The mocking laugh
Of bystanders
On a green lawn
Then why am I
Standing on quicksand?
posted by Ichakraborty @ 3:56 PM
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2 Comments:
pain is a state of mind. It seems to me all despair you describe to me is external. Close your eyes and try to see then. Keep your thoughts clear of what the world tells listen to your mind.
It is time to fly
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