Sprained Numbness
As I walked through pathless lands of memory
My shadow crawled before me
Waking many ghosts that slept under the ground
They haunted my memories like chasing hounds after rabbits The thoughts like floods marooned all the corners of brain
At last not leaving a train
Left me with sprained numbness
I am gazing through the veils of time...
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