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the desert's sea
I have lost so many lives;
some that were my own.
And Ive been losing several things
within the desert foam.
I go from day to day,
creating with a weak machine, a rusted, slow decay.
Some belief of freedom that reminds us all of love
an echo of the softest call that travels from above.
Freedom is the flight we take, and all we think in sleep.
The energy we cant translate and makes the bravest weep.
The leather binds that hold us all and trap beneath the skin,
The candle red whos wax it weeps for how it should have been
How often we forget the things applied to us through life,
how often even strong love fails despite its bravest strides.
The ladies, who all hide their face into their softened hands,
are thrust into the toiling world and all of its demands.
And nature often calls me back into its wild care,
wooden home that seems to far to bear.
A powder mess,
Im taken in,
ill pull you down with me,
and once again were s
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