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Apr 14
In front of me, can't hold it
Appears to me, can't catch it
Filling the silence that it caused
The weight it holds, I choked
Having it within the soul it once woke
The cloudy dust
ink of dawn
the chain,all I gain
stuck in its stain
Walking its endless road that it booked
It Devours the edge, hollow
Felt crawls till its marrow
salma
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