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Everything’s so extra, it’s intoxicating.

Dictating every memory, every emotion, it’s desolate.

Society’s reality, an exquisite facade.

It’s Monday.

One in the afternoon,

I’m standing at a distance ,

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You stand there with your lopsided grin and your unkempt hair, your girlish glow flows though the cornfield, the air heals, the feels, seals the moment.

You charge at me and I run, spun around to be

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Her eyes.

Her eyes,

A blessing to this world,

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A grey veil over my apperception,

At home with the sights,

Everyday sights,

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The alcohol’s heavy,

My mind’s light,

Took time to realise,

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Songs of the rain,

Reign my ears,

Each child of the cloud,

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