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My fingers...
they stammer from broken thoughts
once here, then there
till none knows where the other tends
so i brought my mind to halt
at the garden of audible thoughts
sung daily in silent words
and sat, and watched and stared
where does this all ends
in insanity or uncertainty
i am bobbed up mind wise
i must flee this vortex of mindlessness
so i taught my soul to dance
till it hurts too much
and pray as hard
till the ache stops its hurt
it took a while, some dances, some hurts
but then it dawned like the yawning sun
i had left the vortex
where my soul once lost its thread
by DAP
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