Unstable ambitions,
and dreams erected,
in mists,
shattering into icy grains,
drifting before eyes,
and vistas of vested,
dreamland carved in image,
rendered subtle to existing,
Peevish thoùghts,
Preverted sensations,
causing numbness to cry painfully.
and night is heavy this time,
On breaths,
and swim of survival,
Landing on bare skin,
seeming distant echoes,
to unknown fate.
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