Content of: Searching
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09/13/19 at 09:43PM
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Poetry
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My mind wanders
in and out of darkness,
searching.
Blinded am I,
for in not seeing,
I become unseen.
Without being,
I am alone,
grasping for that
elusive thought.
Silence is golden
or so it is said,
but silence is
when we are dead.
