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My remains, hijacked fog
My vision, blurred smog
My thoughts, stoned dusty clouds
My words, rushed and crushed
My lips, peeled anticipation
My voice, shaky pink hues
My complexion, pieces of trepidation
My face, cultural graveyard shift
My feelings, circus circumstance
My existence, a loan circumvented
© Ava Morris
My vision, blurred smog
My thoughts, stoned dusty clouds
My words, rushed and crushed
My lips, peeled anticipation
My voice, shaky pink hues
My complexion, pieces of trepidation
My face, cultural graveyard shift
My feelings, circus circumstance
My existence, a loan circumvented
© Ava Morris
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