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Nov 2009
Gravity of Past is pulling with great might.
Returning I resist, tired of this fight.
Behind me the beaten track, silently trailing,
Seducing me with sleep, new endeavors failing.
One more step and one more heave
From the old escape, have to leave.
Burning and aching forward I move,
Dragging my soul out of this groove.
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dawid
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