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eyes unfocused
the blues and greens mix together
stuck in the very middle
of quiet hearts,
and loud minds,
lazily fluttering lashes,
and infinity signs

the day seems bright
unlike my insides
the sound of my breathing
gets louder and louder
then come in the sounds

of the peaceful air
the clock ticking away
the flying pages
and how my emotions sway

next comes the thunder
and i can't tell
whether it's outside me
or another internal hell




*shady; darkened; overshadowed

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