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Stranded it feels to be alone amidst plenty/ and identifiably
so as forlornness floods awareness and thoughts submerge/
as I wish to wash away this cathartic residue/ and
I fear these words will not be clear/ unrevealed,
these thoughts of Grey/ in taking this brief moment
to collect these scattered thoughts and harbor their
trailing dreams/ I fear this is the end of the counterweight/
and I fear these words will not be clear/ unrevealed,
these thoughts of Grey