Poem: Suppression

The raindrops have not fallen on my head.
The reason I'm in bed.

The purple haze has not stopped me from seeing.
The reason being I'm not believing.

The way to move is rolling down a mudslide.
The reason for this, denied.

Trying to collect the right title.
The reason this part was never a recital. 

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