in the middle
of blue
mud and dread
locked mind
cutting the
strings that choke
cutting into a
throat
swollen with
more to say
no one hears
who can relate
to the pound of
the mind
no one sleeps
in this
state of mind
and thought
first and
second floor lights
on all over the
neighborhood
not alone for
now
but you would
never
guess it by
looking…
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