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Stuck In Thought
As a ghost does haunt the page a memory does shadow
are thoughts.
Regret a river which waters flow like poisen for the tortured soul.
Living in a state of yerning for a false return.
To many times ive journeyed down this river.
Cast stones apon it's edge.
As a fool with no more to gain and so little to lose.
Moments hold no path for the future and im far from a
senimental sort.
Fires need air and embers need nothing.
Time is moving without regret.
I trace my thoughts in swirls of once proud colors that now
exist in blue and gray.
Nights are my vessel.
As my thoughts do slip with hours gently away.
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