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Apr 2023
I put all my hopes up before the morning
And I woke up still dreaming
It's possible, it's possible
I chanted
But the the spell wore out
Everything cracks and crumbles
What's left is a wet wound
Dripping blood stains my road back home
What should I do? What would this be?
I stare beyond the stars into the wonder
There is nothing left in my power
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Irisa  F
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