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Apr 8
my face distorted

my soul immortal

windswept

by the winds of fate

they alter my shape

my face

my name

feel like

i am just a pawn in the game

moved and changed by the same

winds of fate

who make me age

from fool to sage

myself, outdone

they'll never stop telling me:

"go on"

they blow on

till i lived the life of everyone

till i am again

no one

they blow on

they blow on
Raffael
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Raffael  M
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