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Breeze of Echoes

Overflowing Ink

If I could grab the empty atmosphere with my palm

I wouldn’t let go

If I could see a glimpse of breeze of echoes

someone could hear me

Disease and disorder stain

If I could vanish in the horizon no one

could see my aggravation

If I could destroy all the decay inside my gut

I would feel alive

Pins and needles stew

If I could wrap my thoughts around a slippery fear

I would let go

If I could escape into a tunnel of solitude

I would crawl for miles searching

Affliction and plagues cross patterns

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