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The steps of losing your mind
You stare.
Thinking isn’t your game, anymore.
Wait for the next reflex to barge in.
Stare.
PC: unknown.
Sunday 1st April 2018 6:21 pm
Too blue to breathe
Blended is thy blue and sly be the cue
one flew over two,
resting in peace a few,
me and me and me and me and you.
Sunday 1st April 2018 6:19 pm
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