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Earth's oldest Whom I seek for guidance They say you’re a calm breeze But my walls are breaking in your presence They called you a light, soothing, pour But every harsh drop is drowning me Likened to a clear summer sky Then why are my thoughts so clouded Like the kiss from the morning sun? Then why does it burn! I tried to understand But all I did was over seat… In you they found sanity In you I got trapped in sanity And now…I might be insane I tried to roll out But it seems my tires are stuck Aaah!…Who I’m I kidding Its hard to roll away When you are the way.
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Eastern Twelve
Apricity
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