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Dec 2019
Gotta wake up from the dream
Gotta concede
No more words to scream
Inside an empty mind

Watching the pieces float away
So far on the streams
Where memories should be cast
But ripples still soak the seams

Wrote it all down in fire
Wish I could call myself a liar
Spread the ashes
Tried to put everything out
With big splashes

Purge the desire
There's nothing more I require
Than silence, an old friend
And the strength to pretend
15.12.19
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