I feel it setting in again
Like the common cold invading again
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Sorrow for those who cannot observe and interpret written word
Why sorrow?
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It is its own type of torture
The loss of words I suffer from
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Voices float around the room
landing on the lobes of my ears
Discernable and confusing
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Last of the coatless days
Finished are the constant rays
of sun and smiles
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Relapse collapsed
Beautiful bliss
Boiled down
Special kiss
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What once was a slumber
Now Rebuked
Aimless wind
Throwing razor blades at my face
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