Lost Thoughts

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Metaphorically

Metaphorically


Cold air sweeps the dust

As if it was holding a broom

The air upsets some

Yet for me

It is the answer to my problems

It removes the problems

From my hideous life

My Mess

Gone

It has disappeared in a matter of seconds

As if it was late and needed to leave

This is the moment

Where I can turn and leave

My Mess

Clean

Problems

Gone

Relations

None

There is nothing for me here

Therefore I shall leave

For I have nothing to love

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