justin-greenWhisper

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Do I pursue?A sudden warmth runs slowly through, / The moisture from the morning dew. / A beautiful thought I must pursue.

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MaskMy mask is slowly crumbling / To the faint philosophy of your dreams / I cry with pain but hide my tears with a smile

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