Random Thougts

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Random thoughts prevail in my mind,
Connecting dots has gone tougher with  time,
In the middle of the sea I might be  alone,
Yet the storm seems to have grown.
Even If I try to refrain.
They Remain. Random Thoughts
Trying to think a lot. Ask them to come not.
Can't identify but they're like black spots.
Let them rot.

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