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Lost Sense

Fade to black.

By Nima The ThiefPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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In our endless battle with our minds

reasons surrounding our fingers

To take control of our souls

Inner fears filled our eye balls,

Then Abolished our happiness

Pure fear illustrated with tears

Unsolved by pain

Remind me that dope thoughts

That affect our world

In

every

single

moment

Even

i cant

Trust

my

words

These worms circled with my passion

But i dont know

Maybe they dont know each other

Maybe they dont help each other

Maybe they dont play their parts

Nobody knows

How define words

That they never seen before

'Specially when they came along each other

Droppin' purple lights before my sign

So When we hit the ground

We are both smiling

for seasons

They talk and estimate

How they can change themselves

Now Nothing remains longer than a sigh

In my empty room

nobody identified me better than me

Even if you try you will find yourself searching for my repetition

Reliable signs of melancholia

surreal poetry
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