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Aug 2020
In the depths of the dark sea.
In the valley of broken trees.
A gentle wind started to flow.
To watch me fight, bleed and grow.

The wind now dances with my dark hair.
As the birds go to sleep pair by pair.
It is dark now and I'm free.
Like every night on the valley of broken trees.

I'm addicted to your gentle smile.
But I can only make you cry.
Its like the heavens gave me wings.
But took down my sky.
Lost Indeed
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