Too Many Thoughts
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Too many thoughts
Too many
All ferried over the convoluted
Windings of the brain its streets and
Alleys
A city brimming with the steam of stress
A city brimming with the pale face
Of a tragic morrow
Drear Dawn be not enough.
It be worse.
Worse than that.
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