tranquillity
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I’d like to disappear for a little while
To indulge in self-exile
Down a road
Long overgrown
To hide away
From this disarray
The past twenty four hours I have been in a state of disbelief.
I missed a day of writting poetry and there is no source of relief.
A constant state of grief.
Now, this day that has been granted is now a day of redemption.
