This passing energy is a bubble on my psyche

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A tainted, festering, putrid, weightless container rising, filled up with pus; keeping dark thoughts close to home

I’m floating in the ocean

I’m pearls from a necklace stolen, cascading waters pulled roughly by lunar tides, costing me dearly; precious time

The clasp is broken
Here’s hoping; wisdom is falling
Acid in the water

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