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Jun 2018
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Where do I go

I don't know

No matter where I go

I am standing in the centre

Of my horizon

How I cling to the Earth

With my hands and feet

The dove may lend me her wings

But I lack her sense

Of direction

Faith to fly through the storm

Two wings

One blue horizon

No land in sight
Written by
Ciel Noir
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