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Joana.
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Solitude and doubt clutch at me now
Like long lost companions
That come now drunk and desperate
Meeting my eternal welcome
[Thought I had disposed of them
And courtesy isn't applicable here]
Such suffocating silence in this place
Blinding the senses, shutting all senses
Entangling sense with nonsense
Mixing it all together in some delirium
Running aimlessly through the fields
Neurotic laughter of disturbed minds
Prancing about with hands entwined
Turning a mockery out of my seriousness
The words that are constantly blurted out
As if there was no place for contentment
In the island of Utopia
Weary only of melancholy
The doubt clutches more firmly
Mistaking the reason for knowledge
And I flee from the Dionysian creatures
Threading through the vivid fields
Holding on to the Prozac
That keeps me sane as only I am
And retire to my empty solace
Where you seem only an illusion
That I will indulge some other moment.
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