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Manifold
Description
Relentless headache.
The mind wanders elsewhere, far from here,
seeking hidden paradises,
petals of freedom,
safe havens from this ugly life.
It's not the moment to cry,
sitting in a meadow, nicotine skyrocketing
but it doesn't set the mind free.
Tears roll down the face,
wetting lips too parched by the sun,
leaving indelible traces on the countenance.
The headache still looms,
but it's time to go.
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