War In Brain
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The russet of brown leaves
Down, as a sheet over crust;
Perfectly accompanying,
The hovering thoughts,
I was drenched in
Walking through the aisle
Amidst the crowded street,
Yet, unaware of all that's happening;
Soughting the cobweb,
Thought jungle spew.
Like a jigsaws, shredding me,
Amidst the wise and unwise lot,
Churning me, to draw the last drop dribbling;
Imprisoned, like a dumb,
I lay there, in thoughts, difficult.
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