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Oct 2018
Light
I tried
The curtains as my witnesses
Tried to bail out my banned soul
The moon hears all the whisperers
Breathing thicker air than us

Hear the groans and moans of wolves
Across my river's path of tears
Crushed under wheels of carrousels
Like anyone hold near

These horrid beasts under my dirt
Spare me my troubled sin
It's not a soul I hide in there
For I never let light in.
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