This brain is insane
Wet desires floating past
In a soft parade
Quietly shifting
Sanity Insanity
Nothing left to feel
Biscuits drift in wine
Flabbergasted decisions
Waft and dissapear
Ah for a sweet drink
Comfort in the illusion
Rejoice and relief
But it's not to be
Not today another day
Or when the snow melts
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