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Mar 2017
Let’s create an illusion of the stars
Where i can dream that I couldn’t wake up
I’m holding that cloud I once chase
Yet here my loneliness exist
lying between the ground I stand

Like a rose been picked
One day it’ll bloom
The other day it’ll wither
How nice I f I just stayed
It wouldn’t be this hard

Like cards being reshuffled
No one knew where to begin
Too many way to start again
You always lose in the end
Lonely Poet
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Lonely Poet
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   Pagan Paul, ryn and unnamed
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