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A Melee

Undergone some of

It, known as

Confused stoush, a melee

Within my own emotions

Not capable of

Dealing with it

It will torn my conscience

Apart, where

The oceans meet up

And talk about their journeys

About all places

My altitude has even raised

To the galaxies of stars

I am a type a person who

Will dance in the rain

Rather, staying tough

At Least I am allegiant

To my dreams

Those minute pings

Will let me

Towards my,

Me nature

I am in a search

Of my fireflies, and

Nostalgic poems

That accord me

With, bliss

A muddling thought came

Over,

Rhapsodic enough

Will let my way

Through the winds

Escaping my maudlin

Nature

Farther and further

Will I,  take over the throne

That was mine

From a really long time

Awaiting for me

With impatience

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