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Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Unstable mind

Let the wind howls
and the earth trembles.
Let the world knows
of the hidden sorrow.

Be wary, my little one
in the shadow they lurks.
Snatching you back
snapping you whole.

Don't move, stay back
stand tall, die still.
Look there, what did you see?
Nothing.

This is madness,
more of craziness.
No sense
no rhyme.

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