hallucinating
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Sometimes, in the silence,Heaviness stirs— a shadow that fallsIn the dim corners of thought,Soft as breath,Unsettling as water beneath thick ice.
Bonjour. You look at my beauty, you look at my prevelent poisnous poise,
And none would expect that I would have such a secret.
But my outer shell does not reflect the inner noise
