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Lost in a troubled mind, yet I find the truth is hard to bare, there is not a soul there, no one dare be caught in the fall out of despair to dissipate who knows where, alone, in fear.

in my solitude I am the storm blowing leaves on a dreary day, the noise in my head will not sway, thus leaves venturing near, rise up…..to blow away, 

placid Perfunctory , oh my heart despair, an angel in the desert wandering within the proximity of thy soulful care, a sensual clad day invites eve, night falls to take advantage of thy meekness, abuses the persuasion of my weakness, a mirage is at hand, alas once again everything turns to sand.