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Alone

Skills will falters The front is back The back is gone Hour after hour Day by day We cross junctions wondering thoughtlessly Wandering haplessly Trying to fill my lines Dying just to free my life from being lost inside my own reality My day is night And my night is dread Pacing to then fro Opening endless windows Wafting in the wind  In many directions but one Indulging the peeping sun Trying to fill in the light To filter out this lifeless night Dedicated / dementia

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