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Dec 2018
Morning of the 29th
wandering around
***** in his blood
he didn’t know where he was
he didn’t care.
all he knew
was how far out of his reach
you were
and on that morning
he finally realised
no matter how far
he tried to reach
you could never be grasped.
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