J1

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
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