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Reeling And Congealing Rondel
I crave the quiet not the dark,
filled with such a heavy feeling;
The silence so overwhelming
always obliterates that spark;
This ship you can’t disembark,
even as your mind’s left reeling;
I crave the quiet not the dark,
filled with such a heavy feeling;
On my psyche it’s left it’s mark,
vital blood begins congealing;
As I stare up at the ceiling,
I crave the quiet not the dark.
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Melani Udaeta
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