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The color dims from the wide, wide world
A blanket of gray lies unfurled
The joy of life is diminished in my breast
I do not care of light, night, work, or rest
Numb to all is how I fare
If one calls it that - I do not care

I take the wind into my breadth,
One gust at a time,
And feel a stirring...
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"Tumbling down the rabbit hole...where it stops, no one will ever know..."