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i don't know if i'm talking to myself...
i think im talking to myself
alright.

a poem:
white daises sitting by my windowsill...

the flowers bloom
their scent filling my room
it stings my eyes
makes me want to cry...  what a beautiful sight

i suffocate
underneath the weight 
of ten thousand daises

reaching for a distant fate..

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thank you

[anonymous]

thank you, man