Chemistry is a thiefMore than once it hastried to addle my brainNow it threatens my sightChemistry is a friendTrying to help in the warThe fight to regain my stepsNot sure for how long or how briefChemistry is a curseWill I recover and stillSee colors, hu...
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Shingles scattered, Barrenness, sultry and looking beyond. All the unknown faces now disappear, All the grimaces take on their suitable alternatives. Rain drops are not remembered, Winds suspended at the long-lost horizon. Nothing moves as ever before, ...