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In the Doorway A Body
Four years, I'll never forget
the fog rolls dense.
Satisfy a wandering mind
with thoughts, color
chemically high with no life.
Everything lost from such a gain
Every effort to change ended in vain
Pitiful soul, hung from a dog's chain.
the fog rolls dense.
Satisfy a wandering mind
with thoughts, color
chemically high with no life.
Everything lost from such a gain
Every effort to change ended in vain
Pitiful soul, hung from a dog's chain.
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