A Deserted Poem

With an imagination so intense

So black and white

colorful with other pieces unrelated

There was a pause

and then another long exhalation

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This dialogue has long lived

echoing inside the close walls

exasperated

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lying on a bare ground with no distinct architecture

even the different skies are of the same color in there

eyes meet quite frequently in a vacuum

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Language cease to exist

Only thoughts

I can walk so freely

And still be heard

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But then frenzy and madness hit again

And I go about dancing like a lunatic

Indulging in moments of freedom

I dance in circles around and around

And I practice weird rituals

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But then I sit down again

Arms embracing myself

eyes down and head between my legs

I am never going to get out