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    insanity is my sanity
of what dimensions 
is this of my feeling? 
Just like a concrete fossils !
Just like a patient inside a coma machine
where he is sure of only two things:
either he dies or lives. 
And nobody but he knows
 what the dimension of his feeling is. 
Only he knows what it is, 
how it feels. 
I am the remains of them memories
signs of lost and found 
Oh those eyes of turmoil ! 
They never cease staring at me 
Clearly vague 
Half- half.