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Depression
swirls in clouds of blue and gray
binging tears of silence.
Depression
swirls in churning waves
of murky greens and blues
bringing tides of nothing new
and hoplessness blooms.
Depression
sways in feilds of schorched brown
and trampled greens
bringing no tall dreams.
Depression
swirls and sways
in sun and shade
its with us every second of every day
in place theres no getting away.
poem by Chantel Weston
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