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Nov 2015
Lost, but never found.
I try to swim,
but I always drown.
Delve into my soul,
deep down.
Like a waterfall, my
weeping is just a sweet sound.
Who am I?
Am I what you want me to be?
I'm asking you - what do
you want to see?
Am I the triumphant tree
or am I just another fallen leaf?
I'm just trying to
find the line between
love and insanity.
© 2015 Sebastian Glyn
Steele
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Steele
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