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Apr 2017
My lips are still moving though I've run out of breath.
A plea, fervent and desperate.
An encore, it echoes again.
I cannot express how deeply I feel, yet
How ashamed I am of the oceans inside.
Let my skin boil and my eyes freeze,
I am ashamed.
Beckon
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Beckon
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