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Sara Escalante Apr 2014
I've looked at my own palms
And seen the lines of this life fading
Fire, water, earth
All getting swallowed by the air

I've turned to love for grace
But she spat sympathies unholy
Success is but a sunset
When there's no soul with it to share

I've fallen to the ground and begged
The moon to give me courage
Yet that mystic orb just waned
And left me naked like a child

I've searched the maze for truth
Ground my teeth upon the logic
But once I left the cave for light
My place was lost among the wild

— The End —