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Days spent waking

I am adrift in perpetual night A painted crown on my forehead A signal to the skies This is one I never claimed to own Digging holes and throwing stones I am adrift in perpetual night A head full of thunderstorms A free falling fight

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Published: Sep 8, 2017
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