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My mind

is a profusion

of blooms

sewn with bad seed,

trading away

my heart for

meaningless things.

My mind

is a fairytale

yearning for an ending

gambling away

my ruined soul for

desperate relief.




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GoldenDancer said...
today at 3:28 pm
I loved your poem and I felt a deep connection with it.
 
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