Thoughtlessness
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Often I feel what to write and how
For, mind seems to be blank
Without any thought
Floating freely without a knot
Words seem to be flying
Each like a small dark dot
I search for some light
In the pitch dark sight
Feeling for my numb senses
But nothing appears bright
I search for my heart beats
They are as slow as dusky streets
As if lying in deep slumber
Waiting for the final treats
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