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Rosa Jul 2018
Drifting to the liquid eyes, the echoes inside her, the wounds of the sky, distance widens across the shore,
She bawls in a silhouette, touching the wallowing hunger inside
Deep beneath the depths of light, glistens the empty tide
Rosa Jul 2018
How do I escape the weeping skies
Where no one calls out my name,
I start to cry
Where the only touch I’ve ever felt is my own hand
The vision of my dreams reaches a lie,
I cant stand, I can’t cry, I can’t feel, I can’t say goodbye
Where do I escape the weeping skies, where the end of my sorrow dies

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