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Dec 2020
Low and behold the man that doesn’t ever speak

Although his sights are set on the shore lights, but he’ll never see beyond the sea

In turn he becomes scared to fly, as all his rage, kept him buried alive

Instead he tries to listen but the mask made of fears, makes it impossible for him to hear

Cause he’s nothing more than just a man, with nothing less than these destructive hands....
Written by
John Mendoza  24/M/Brooklyn, NY
(24/M/Brooklyn, NY)   
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