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	Thoughts from the soul.
	Army of me
	Healed.
	Shamelessly, shamefully open.
	Growing numb emptyness.

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Cloudy Clown

01-06-2016

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Shadows.

Dark shadows all around,
they long to see my forehead frowned.

In this room with haunted memories,
I lay amongst a collection of my worst fears.

Black shapeless beings fill the air,
and I can feel invisable eyes stair.

Yet, no formless hand shall aim my way.
Because then I will interrupt them in their stay.

If I am meant to be in some way bound,
when time is right, the way will be found.

First, I need to find my path.
To get to know where I belong at.

Dark or light, black or white...
Maybe I don't want to choose sides?

But until decided I guess it's okay to stay,
maybe for once, I'll get to know "grey".

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