You consume the potent concoction of heady dreams all fear of control lost, you will seek more but, silence the conscience when it screams and only visions of a dark bleak future will lie in store
Restless, i prowl the corridors craving for the first spray of rain. An insomniac, a recluse in a crowd, the garb of happiness i feign. In the wave of humanity i long for a touch ,anticipating, all in vain. Withering from the insides, in melancholy i still remain.
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