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Oct 2017
You couldn’t see hope in your lines

Pages would live a hidden life

But those are the distant fields that grow

Strawberries sweeter than I’ve known


How will we choose to live our lives?

I’ll keep up hope, you’ll open up your eyes


Beached beauty waiting for the tide

To bring her to the water where she’ll thrive

But now that she’s swimming, something’s gone

The fruit could only stay sweet for so long


A familiar gaze thats no longer defined

I see it when you open up your eyes

I’ll leave you now but ill be back in time

I’ll keep up hope cause I know you’re in the lines


You’re not near but you’re not far

I see you in the fields where you still grow

Where you still know who you are

Trapped in orbit, I’m left to decode
Noah Mroueh
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Noah Mroueh  20/M/Toronto
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