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Jun 2018
i feel called
to go

the wind whispers
fantastical tales
about a life
with no attachments
just going


i want to run out in the streets
and call
into the void

take me away

oh, how nice that would be
to be free

so when i say
i have to leave
i mean
the wind will tear me to pieces
if i don't let it sweep me away
empty seas
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empty seas  15/F/away
(15/F/away)   
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     ---, may, Feggyr Citack, --- and Triste
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