Insanity
Let me make a nest
in the quiet reaches of your mind
and silently I'll stay
laying seeds of doubt.
I'll leave no mess,
no trace--
but for a whisper of breath;
a shadowed depth.
Let my fingers gently,
ruffle through those
fluttering thoughts
and hushed ideas.
I'll not hinder
nor bother you.
But let me stay awhile more:
theres nothing else for sure?
Profundo escrito.
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