Soulless fascinations with wrongful words written, tied and tried to the deviation of times, wickedly weaved in the suffocation of a wayward thought, perished was the darkness, silence was his reward, but there was a loneliness of another moment, a simple word, lost in the words of what could be, so see my ride, and be the only ghost, for on this sea, you cannot see the me, you want me to be….
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