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Old I had a thought.
It is not
However, a feeling.
It's what you sought
To spot
In ways appealing.
I had a scheme
In a dream
Last night, I think.
But ripped, it seems
At the seams.
Deadened, my instinct.
I filtered out
About
Twenty something choices.
But stayed devout
And loud
-er than your voices.
The cries from my
Secluded sky
Soar places dead.
While I keep eye
And guide
Them back into my head...
