The vacuum stares when i am alone ....
My shadow doesn remain my clone ....
I pray to god to fill the pit ......
While the dark outside threatens with the chill....
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I love the mist ....... signifies peace and serenity .... We associate it with paths that are difficult to tread ........ isn't it like discovering what's inside the head....
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