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Dec 2024
I'm lost,
dreaming up to bargain,
surrendered to vacancy
moving my face around,

nothing is present
or still,
the closest bell,
ideals carry aim
for saving it all...

no hope sings here,
lifes lacking is loud
the journey is busy
with loss,

I've found.
Written by
Homesickparadise
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