Lapses

Stop to think. Think to stop. 

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There are still times

When my mind goes empty;

Free of thoughts and dreams,

Of fears and failures,

A state of complete blankness

Utter absence of all

And like the first rays

Of the sun at dawn

Thoughts of you

Shine on me

Haunting my mind

Like a plague,
An infestation of sorts,
A slow painful death,
With a cure but not a hope.

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