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shadows

Everyone hides

in their shadows,

while I'm

escaping mine.

A loss is the weight

of those who

lost their appetite...

Noise is cruel,

to ears but silence

is worse sometimes.

A wish carries on

to Ferris wheels

of temporary

happiness

and thrills.

The mighty roar

of trains,

while the homeless

toss and turn.

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White-Raven

47 / M / The Land Down Under

Published: 4d ago
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