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Lost
I trace the map
Inside my head
Trying not to drown
In the bends and breaks
Within my blood
Only to crash
onto the floor
Where my eyes
Sit like anchors
Stranded and lost
Inside silent storms
That came and went
On sunny days
Without clouds
Without notice
Lost to myself
Lost to Winter’s chill
Numb and lost
Looking for me
Inside my head
Trying not to drown
In the bends and breaks
Within my blood
Only to crash
onto the floor
Where my eyes
Sit like anchors
Stranded and lost
Inside silent storms
That came and went
On sunny days
Without clouds
Without notice
Lost to myself
Lost to Winter’s chill
Numb and lost
Looking for me
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