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In the bleak.
She hopes to find her way
Back to her Lost bay.
Unguaranteed of her sanity.

I wallow in my thoughts.
My head is spinning.
My mind is burning.
My eyes dripping.

I’m tussled!
I’m hassled!
I’m bustled!
I’m boggled!

Yet, I stand firm
To affirm
My existence
Not turbulence.

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