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So, I left the land that has seen me grow A land where crops were watered with tears Full of hope, full of questions What if my demons could swim…. Will I be met with treasures or foreign arrows? Shall I taste *** or blood? A fertile land or the plague? Such myths were told about those far-away places… I have heard about palaces full of gold Islands inhabited by mermaids Leviathan and krakens But all I can feel is the wind rushing through my ears Last night I caught up with my fears. Different place, different live? Now it is the sea that is tasting my tears. Tonight if I don’t sleep with the sirens, I’ll be sleeping with my doubts.
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:24 AM UTC
The Caravel
So, I left the land that has seen me grow A land where crops were watered with tears Full of hope, full of questions What if my demons could swim…. Will I be met with treasures or foreign arrows? Shall I taste *** or blood? A fertile land or the plague? Such myths were told about those far-away places… I have heard about palaces full of gold Islands inhabited by mermaids Leviathan and krakens But all I can feel is the wind rushing through my ears Last night I caught up with my fears. Different place, different live? Now it is the sea that is tasting my tears. Tonight if I don’t sleep with the sirens, I’ll be sleeping with my doubts.
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25/M/Tallinn
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:24 AM UTC
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