I often find myself lost.
I don't know where I am. My senses become fog until I am released.
The sounds come back.
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Glue Bound Glass
PoetryA compilation of cryptic, mind playing poetry. From the simplest nothing to heartfelt hatred.
Lost
I often find myself lost.
I don't know where I am. My senses become fog until I am released.
The sounds come back.
