somewhere in my thoughts
randomly
checking upon the
images of
broken lines of
stones,
glasses shattered into the
tears of the living dead
consuming the
mind of
those
who tend to have unexpectedness
upon your views
thoughts
but,
there's always a place
to take out some time
and rethink of what has been told
written down in the piece of paper
that has been shattered with the
spider webbed eyes,
always a time to clear the disguise
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