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Lonely.
The thought of being oneself's.
The emptiness of two large rooms......
The sounds and voices of speaking and talking giants and spirits.......
just like ...one book on a large shelf.....
bring no sense to a confused soul.
The fear of waking so late...and the confusion of sleeping so early......
haunt a bleeding soul like a dying lioness....
look!!!like a bleeding nose that chooses not ....where to bleed from.....
sacarstical laughs.......from the sitting room.......but then yu understand its the fear....that strikes your soul like a rebelling spark.
darkness becomes a friend..........and nature turns to be an addiction.
thou.....
© shannon kinyua
The emptiness of two large rooms......
The sounds and voices of speaking and talking giants and spirits.......
just like ...one book on a large shelf.....
bring no sense to a confused soul.
The fear of waking so late...and the confusion of sleeping so early......
haunt a bleeding soul like a dying lioness....
look!!!like a bleeding nose that chooses not ....where to bleed from.....
sacarstical laughs.......from the sitting room.......but then yu understand its the fear....that strikes your soul like a rebelling spark.
darkness becomes a friend..........and nature turns to be an addiction.
thou.....
© shannon kinyua
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