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Cloudy Intellect
The clouds don't tend to rain.
Darkness they attain contemporarily.
Denser they grow,
With every rally of speech.
A colossal dark shape,
Hovers above me at present.
Striking thunders,
Momentarily numbing senses.
Amorality it pours.
Though it...
Darkness they attain contemporarily.
Denser they grow,
With every rally of speech.
A colossal dark shape,
Hovers above me at present.
Striking thunders,
Momentarily numbing senses.
Amorality it pours.
Though it...
