Gust of Silence

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The wind blows softly...
The brain seems frosty

As we enter the matrix of thoughts
(Viewer Discretion Advised)
No money
No one to call honey
With tons of shame
And no one to blame

All alone in my head
No comfort, not even in bed
Like a dog..
These issues I must shed.....
....Quarantined.
Got me feeling fat
And up all night like a cat
Striking out, with no baseball bat
.....In the end, push through.
Cause hope and love, family and friends
That’s the real crew.

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