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soysin
we wear our madness in black and white, hopes of coexisting end in this strife.
 
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oh the river!
I can see it now


a road


I haven't travelled


has become


submerged


and my hopes


are somewhere


between


the rocks


and the dream


and I can only


reach up


towards the sky


cry out to God


for the time, the place

the clouds form

thought

after thought

neverending

until the storm

brings us together

or

leaves us

drifting apart

 
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