intellect waining

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I feel as if my mind is absent
My heart is running
very rampant
 
Like a waning crescent moon
My soul is in a state of maroon
 
Give me time to find my repair
Without giving me back a glare
 
Hold my hand till the pain goes
Don’t let my vitality foreclose
 
Give me a soft repose
Let my heart be a glow
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About kwicksand

Sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts. ~David Bowie
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