#2155-Sealed
25/06/2023
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Thoughts,
Happily playing around,
In my congested mind.
Yet I know,
It is nothing but conjecture,
And grains of sand.
Still,
I see the game,
I so often play.
When my world spins,
Not feeling I belong,
In my own skin,
I withdraw into me.
Abstract thoughts,
Will run their course,
Until the little boy is ready,
To once again open,
Those tightly shut,
Bright steel doors.
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