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| mahayana |
to leave behind something beautiful i have come to drag you out for our adjudicator is not like any other my tired heart, please… take your sigh for i am ill with fever love means to reach for the sky as my expressions like a lute fall upon deaf ears for you are the skyy and i the earth and the skyy never reaches for earth yet with every one of your words that you squander away you break ground too many words for you yet you have none for me those who feel the absence of love wither with me for i shall run fast and keep on running if you’ve never searched for these truths you never knew me at all i have given up everything to win your love. searching your soul for treasure. and now i am left with the nothingness in a trunk i speak without words yet no one ever hears.. my story even if i shout it in the middle of an uncrowded heart. hidden from all… i am invisible too many words i say excuse me, …i take them all back |
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