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You thought you had roots
but there were just
naked hands on sand
You thought you lived once
at wind blowing through hair
I thought you understood
'cause I was there lying on sand
holding your hands
with hope
fighting against the wind
so you could stay
#MadVerse #WrittenRiver
Facing
the wind
letting
thoughts fly
as swallows
in september
waiting
for you
to breathe
again
@StarChild_100
Love's Madness http://t.co/OORid3I6jM
Feeble lamp's light in the dark
the Last Moon
begged
the Dying Sun
to stay