The fence was rusted far beyond
What you would imagine
Beyond it lays a vast amount
Of barren wasted thoughts
On the wasteland surpassing
That rusted gate
I threw away my ugly thoughts
That did no good to me
They were bright at first
In the dusty air
They seemed to like The Place
But slowly faded away
I felt different
Without my thoughts
In the cool
Bone-chilling air
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