Thoughts

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Cancel these thoughts…
Whispering a poem to sooth,
Calling out for peace and quiet.

Swimming in a river of souls…
Harvesting the meaning of existence,
In solitude among a crowd.

Walking towards a destiny…
Determined only by perseverance,
To withstand the pain.

Wandering through the fields…
Hitting the button to cancel,
These thoughts again.

©2019 Peinsejoager

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