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Mental Health

When Doves Cry

I see you

Or read you

In between status updates

Click counting calms more than

A quack's oil balm

Less they forget to

Like what you said

Nonsense makes no sense

When held in the head

We're all of us sitting

A fragmented cluster

Liking the cries

Of one another

Or anger or sadness

Or speechless or laughing

Or hoping perhaps

For a sweet love a tapping

On a timeline that's showing

A mind that collapsing

Nonsense makes no sense

When held in the head

Perhaps it'd be better

To comment instead?


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