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there is a cloud lingering over my mouth maybe because there is one upon my mind the memories lacking certitudes sometimes mere shells, breathing any ocean airs there is a wet blanket placed upon my self all that is me is a mere paradox of which i cannot fathom the depth the boredom, symptomatic of a fear and the fear of me seeking certitude in utter qualms shrieking and squabbling 22.07.24