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Angst for the memories....
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Poetry
Lately
Lately
I’ve found the tears crying themselves
unaided by hurt or cruelty,
unassisted by separations or losses,
nor helped by the uninvited failures that surround me.
Lately
the mind has been playing tricks,
cruel tricks,
commando raids of maladjusted emotions,
strikes of primary-wave illusions.
Lately
the real world,
the world of other people
has distanced itself a smoke-bomb away
from my reality.
Pardon me
but I think
I’m going
to
implode!
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