Clouded thoughts

The thought cloud in us all,

Makes us think.

Perhaps too much,

Or not nearly enough.

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How is your own cloud,

How's it look?

How's it feel?

How's it taste?

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When another walks through mine,

The fog blinds.

People get scared and run,

Before it chokes someone,

Leaving me...

Abandoning me...

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Their breath screams aloud,

I pant for my out,

Suffocating now,

Don't drown!

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My thoughts thicken,

I exhale a new mist,

That of chemicals,

To blow away the rest.

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I breathe in,

And laugh out,

Lasting as long,

As I care,

Refusing to share,

The emerald air,

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Dissipating throughout,

Thinning happiness,

Changing back into a cloudy mist,

Of past experiences I miss.

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