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Tumbling through the outer spaces of my mind
Collecting fragments of lost things and thoughts
As if I was my own mental street sweeper

These sidewalks my conciense walks are ridden with cracks and holes
Shoelaces of my emotions become untied once again
Loosening up my grip on control

The blacked out windows of the houses stare through me
Feeling their piercing gaze in the moonlight of my point of view...