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A L M O S ………………………….


Alright who got their hands onto this things?

We have once began striving towards such a goal that day

Give our hand to her glory

maybe the dust has swarmed like a desolate, intense masterwork of swinging winds

For her eyes knew none of the currents, and she passed by sands of glass like an hourglass

ignorant of every second, encapsulated behind tall, lucid windows
revealing every, single, stain

We left that day, into a different terrain of lush vines and tender branch
Gleeful the calm whispers drift past our innocent, gasping lungs
like a breath of hope, unsung

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