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Vacant Mood

your jocund world were lies alongside my pensive tongue

bring a vaulted voices through the window of my murmuring restlessness

I’m no more a child,

nor candy or milk, it just a bunch of unattainable delights of curiosity that you may see..

cruel imposture of a dancing mind..

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