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Dec 2014
Between the defined lines of bliss
Lies the essence of a sigh.
Where prayers fall nigh, And are
Blown by the winds of the most high.
Left alone is a timid man,
Hoping that whatever is left divine,
May hear thine sniveling cry.
O you know~
Kenshō
Written by
Kenshō  M
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