obsession, in will.
penny for the thought.
bliss a wish.
in hope of not.
blackout, of a dream.
in accumulation of words,
and the mind in slow.
never knew the road,
rough was the walk.
called in emergency,
left stopped short.
pieces of instrumental,
the influence of tunes.
mirror of me,
so unfamiliar,
and yet so habitual.
bad and so deep inside,
how did it become so,
nobody trespassing,
so weak and oh...
just around the corner,
reminders of getting used to.
perhaps, the turn was missed.
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