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Feb 2021
The sky could swallow me whole,
Fill my lungs with empty air,
Strip the stars from my eyes,
Leave my skin feeling bare.

This absent feeling may last long,
My tank has run dry,  
Cannot refill it anymore,
No matter how hard I try.

Let me drink in the chaos,
I am trying to match its might,
Give me a little time,
To emerge from the black of night.
Em
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Em  F/Great White North.
(F/Great White North.)   
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