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Hanging from Shoulder

failure hangs from my shoulder
and it is too late to take my dreams back
they are now locked inside a vault
and fate hid the key inside a black hole

failure hangs from my shoulder
and my lover has long departed my shore
the one who shared the consciousness
the one who shared the dream
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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