Getting Lost

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 The wind came with force

And took me away

With the strength of horse

Made me sway


Some thing took control

Over my mind

Along with the soul

Nothing left behind


I like this poison

Cannot resist it

This drug I have chosen

Makes me fit and unfit


And now I am Getting Lost

to be found nowhere

Don't know how long it will last

Nor do I have any care


  

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