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Delve deep beneath the waves.
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To be lying on the ground again
To be an old renounced friend
As softly as the breeze might stride
I wonder where my thoughts may hide
For surely..
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Lost time, lost motivation, lost hope, lost me
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Is there anyone out there to act on a whim,
to hear my voice and see through this thin,
transparent tragedy tearing entangling,
my words ebb and f..
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As we dance around the room can you see in our eyes,a forever lasting love that can not be denied,spirallingturning oblivious to the world,immersed in..
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Rain toils over ochre painted deserts
sand over these clay pans weathered,
sun sets in defined transitions,
and worn hands hold strong my position..
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