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Poem

Dust of honest affections often cluster in my mind,
But the wind of somber reality blow it off in time.

Wardens of my heart often mistake fallacies for love.
But my consciousness kills the camouflaging doves.

Drops of my thoughts often drain in second dimension.
But streams of foreign characters flood my dry attention.

Rhythm of my nerves often vibe to shepard tone.
But the beat of heart drops when I am alone.

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