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Apr 2020
If my vocal cords
Can't produce a sound
To save the joy you've drowned
Unfortunate
Cannot save you
Why even continue?
Hand back my time, detinue
Or as I lay down
Gazing up at your frown
You're not just a noun
Remove the ****** gown
No longer in that town...
Hidden away in the brown
Freed from a breakdown
Prevented a meltdown
Like a flame eclipsed by a wave
Spirits never caved
The soul I had to save...
...no longer a slave
In the deepest blue
Try to shake off the residue.
Written by
Chandy  22/M/U.S
(22/M/U.S)   
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