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Nov 2018
our souls at night
become wonders of the sky
swimming in an endless sea
of despair and madness
only to return
to a body so helpless

wake up in a morning so vile
only to drink more wine
red, white its all the same to a broken
mind
taste the damage inflicted by the divine
for we are here, lost in an endless sky.
Written by
ramoska
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