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Wisps of Smoke

Running around in circles

Lost in the Mindscape

Adrift amidst floating thoughts

Fleeting as wisps of smoke.

A fully bloomed thought of action

A step forward and two steps behind

As the darkness of self-doubt paralyze

An end to this loop of madness.

Anchorless and rudderless

She dreams of a compass

A North Star to navigate

The ship powered by hope.

The sun spotted after days of storms

She is elusive as smoke

As passengers in the river of dreams

Are we gluttons for punishment

Darkness of despair

Uninterrupted by the timeless misery of loneliness

Friendship; a splash of color

As two lonely souls reunite.

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