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I hear soft sweet whispers deep inside my head

Uttering words of wisdom, words to extricate my mind

From the vicious tangles of a Spiderweb busy

Spinning traps of silhouette thread all over my body

That leaves me pined against the  wall

My body feels like an empty vessel waiting to be washed out to sea

 

Lost in thought, I stand before the calm ocean shore

Watching as small waves washes over the bank

Foaming like soap bubbles rushing over my feet

And It is in that moment, I become aware of finding joy

In small things I take for granted

Because tomorrow is not always guaranteed

 

 

 

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