Just a little thought.

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Messed-up thoughts,

Messed-up clothes.

No absolution for me.

Away from everything.

Closer to nothing.

Strange red fruit,

Desired by none,

Crawling around.

Messed up thoughts,

Messed-up clothes.

Nobody's here anymore.

Nobody can see the truth.

Clarity, peace of mind.

Joy, absolute tenderness.

Is there any space…

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Patricia Pixie❤

Patricia Pixie❤

Billingual writer/music lover/tarot reader/Interested in the mysteries of the human mind misspatypixie@outlook.com