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Some times I’m not thinking right,

My mind is not so clear,

It’s all mixed up and hazy.

I have those days,

Where I feel,

I have in fact, yes, disappeared.

Maybe, I’m not all there.

I wonder if you sit and stare, can  you see my sitting here?

Disappeared past a place, where there once was a silver smoke screen,

Forever living in my dream,

To be forever,

Entirely misconceived.

N.T.J 01/09/2016©