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A small cloud has fallen
The white mist hits the ground
My lungs comfort me with joyVegging on one detaill
The rest just crowds around
My eyes itch of burning redPicture sounds
Of moving insects so surrealLay around
Looks like I found something new
Laying in my bedI think I'm in left field
I picture someone,
I think it's you
You're standing so damn close
My body begins to swell
Why does 1 + 1 make 2