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It’s been another one of those
times when obscure, reverberating silence
has saturated mind’s perception.
Once again empty spaces,
visions, desires peeking out from
past’s reality, lost forever in
gloom, murk overpowering sense
of realism, obliterate contentment.
It’s been another one of those
times when laughter ceases to exist,
and thought overrides the resolve
to do what is to be done.
By end of the day,
it is too late once again.