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Illustration by @luciesalgado
A pinch of hope stings the pain
Perplexed hand by an unworthy flame
I was dragged , I was lost
People were laughing, people were breathing
Once I had a glass of water
Serenity came and my head was hung
Inflamed curse of doubting superior
How can I walk in the salt with these wounds
Oh my, please leapt my hand
Take me for you still have a chance
Don't wait till dusk or the moon
It will come and will be lost, forever
The dried barren land of silk
The smooth waves of little brazens
I was yours yet yours is full
I was lost yet yours is mine.
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Updated on May 08, 2017
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