At peace...
a heart not skipping beat,
deranged situation,
poor explanation,
let just say,
saving a sinking sink,
with barely a pair of hands,
while the ship keep loading itself,
...with heavy cargo,
gone to the dogs,
gone to the dogs.
Unhinged,
pneumocephalic,
but at least my mind is clear
curse of empathy,
I am now free.
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