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Flashes of visions
A feeling of nostalgia
I don't know what this is
Opposite of euphoria
Every drop calling my name
Guess Gabriel is hiding
Don't know what the word is
But I feel it crying
My mind can't process
This grey winter's rave
How do I explain them
Roar of this wave
Gusty winds, murky water
The forbidden awaits
Heart throbbing, stomach churning
Dark's million shades
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✳Being spiritual can be a blessing and a curse at the same time. You feel what others don't. You feel what sounds fictional to others.✳
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Locked Up
Poetry❝How naive of me To think that the Devil would show up With demons and horns And everything opposite of joy . He being the deceiver he is Had the most beautiful eyes And everything which convinced me I'm home ❞ || welcome...
