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wasteland of mental drought
the troubled mind infertile
thoughts no longer lucid
psychosis at the door

whirling within a vortex
sanity ebbs as a tide
eventually receding
into oblivion

By Lamebull

© 2012 Lamebull (All rights reserved)


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