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Insensible
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Personal- Melancholy Do you see the turbulence behind my eyelids
Like ominous clouds concealed beneath
Pretty puffy wisps?
I was blinded by the struggles of today
And I didn’t see the unforgiving storms
In the distance.
The orchestra of comfort made me deaf
To the cacophony residing just outside
Windowed ears.
My tongue was accustomed to insipid tastes
That when this feast of spices appeared
I was unprepared.
