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Winters Sound
The trickle of sound…
The howling of my veins…
The left handed shackles keeping me…
The uncrossed territory on the north bound…
The loneliness of this cursed winter…
The slim sample of hopelessness…
The insipid matrimony…
The loss of sound…
The creaking of the earth’s rendition…
The sole purpose of this mission…
The fallen voices listen to my sobbing…
The trials and trials of weakness are coming…
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