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I stand atop a hill,
Aptly named Hill.
It tells long forgotten stories,
It whispers them to the wind.
I ask the wind if it has seen,
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I wish I lived in a world,
Where you could birth your words
with wings,
And you could release tiny
snippets into the air,
For some strang..
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It is only when I write,
That I can lose myself,
And it is only in words,
That drip off the nib of my pen,
I discover who I truly am.
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