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this is not poetry anymore.
i've lost all words to properly create an idea.
i've given up on it.
my fire has been doused by a flood of sadness,
my glowing, burning red now a dull grey beneath the surface of blue.
how do i restore myself completely when i have been lost beneath battering waves and can't find the surface?
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