E U N O I A: Poems by SillySongbird
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Last published Sun, May 8, 2016
Fickle yet so monotone
Never a flash of monochrome
A feeling frenzy uncontrolled
Always melting from the mold
Full of daze and paranoia
Can this mind be named Eunoia ?
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