Pile of Papers
The words pass from my lips
Scrambled and jumbled
From my pen tips
Reflections
About my present affections
Or a deep emotion
Like a potion
Tantalizing my sentiment
How it wears on me
Like a tenement
Knocking down my weak walls
Forcing me to fall
Into the depths of blunt insensible fog
The only hopes of clearing my mind
Is defined
By removing my madness
In an eternal sleep
In this heap
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