dead sea shell

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Lying on a bed
with half brain dead,
half heart missing,
I’m hardly guessing,
if it’s dawn or just twilight,
I just feel like a dark night,
after a few days of azure thoughts
and an hour full of cruel words.

Standing up too high,
will I slightly fly,
when I step out a dead seashell,
when I lock it in an empty cell?

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