untitiledA Poem by paul
I scour the depths of hell
for a way out listening always for that first sound of love but the sound never comes the rain never falls here the magic madness that drove me here is all I know all I know like the end of time is coming lonely lasts much longer than love words help with the fight and the growing ocean breeze can't soothe me
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