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DEPRESSION

The eyes looked like an attenuating river,
a blink producing salty water,
when the seed of hope faded underground
 without its roots being spread,
so the body-temple slowly collapsed.

Then brains dated the pain,
the conversations became in vine.
Such feeling was foreign
it made no sense as it was present

all in all fitted in prison
like a baby in a cot
it was known someday it will grow
                  out of the cot to be known.



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