Unstable Utterance - T ABRAHAM
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The thoughtless making a sound,
It starts to spin round and round,
Toxins and fog fills all around it,
Smoke becoming a strong smog,
A massive mountain in the dark,
Keeping away from an intoxication,
Lights filling the vastness of land,
Greenery seems dull and gloomy,
In darkness it gains only a gloom,
No thoughtful word is being heard,
With the blackened souls lingering,
Letters filled with bitter insanity,
The sanity flew somewhere away,
Dust and dirt in their breath is felt,
Remaining numb and unfelt to live,
Just to exist is not the game to play,
To live and sustain is in clear action,
Seen the worse already in the past,
To be unfelt and also not to be lost.
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