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Glare at the wind
Filling my eye of the water which spill from the sky drops of the pain and the thoughts inwhich spill from my brain willing to cry every tear is a feeling i hide feeling ashamed of my theories, i clearly have changed walking alone in a room which is crowded the most fell in the eyes of a flower with petals which glow blooms from her stim stimulates my desire and hopes living my life as the soil in hopes that she grow Glare at the wind with a stare which could shelter my skin boxed in a look of spoken words which i caught in a book subject to change, every meaning of love that remains lifting the wieght of definition while crossing the brook stress on my back asking God for a blessing I lack stuck on a road built by man with the hands of a clock look in the sky, a telescope in the shell of my eyes thoughts that i loath giving light to the star in my scopes |
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