Stories Float
Through
My
Foggy
Trek
As
I
Grow
Weary
Of
The
Pain;
Slouching
Slogging
Suffering
In
The
Mire,
One
More
Step,
One
More
Day;
Looking
Back
At
My
Path
I
See
A
Picture
Of
Beauty;
Looking
Ahead
I
Feel
The
Heavy
Damp
Drizzle
Of
Unclear
Choices
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The
Fixated
Grey
Ensemble
Bursts
Past
The muted
Throng,
Seeking
More
Finding
More
Dragon
Silhouettes,
Endlessly
Content
Endlessly
Distressed
Ever
Shadowing
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The Common
unites
others
uncommonly
as all-knowing
eyes
gazed
into
steady
stalwart
hearts
to rescue
adversity
weakened
minds and bodies
from
the grasp
of
hopelessness’s
outstretched
hands
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Familiar Voices
Turn
Away
Views
Of
The
Other
On
Similar
Journeys
Through
Valleys
Toward
The
Garden
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