has this time come again,
a distant hope of what one needs
nha what one wants.
the standard socail vomit
that is one with the norm
for only those of the vial
scent of lonlyness
but yet i searched this
time not looking
for was what i found
was a thought of peace
but yet as the journay starts
has it ended so quick
only a glimmer
only a glimps
for the end has no sorrow
just what is left
wanting and hopping
in the middle
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