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Feb 2019
Past the roads that read danger
Into the choices I made to the exit that didn't exist
Past the days the moon met the sun
When the sun touched the sea floor
Floating its rays upon the fishers at dawn
Search till I see the faces that never was
Blackout on the things I went *******
Never despite their prayers to my creater
Survive their crusade for bad blood
Trip into the oblivion only them who wished never to fall into...
#Thoughts #Frienship #blood # oblivion
Benton 254
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Benton 254  20/M/Kenya
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