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-A river of thoughts flown down my veins,
Towards the aching and heartbreaking confessions of the rest.
There they
were, opening and sharing their hearts with me,
Whilst I blushed and gave them an understanding look.
Fear gripped
me as I stood alone in the dark,
Wondering where the so pure souls will end up.
Dreaming of heaven I seperate myself,
And as night turns to day I find myself awake.
Distracting my mind from horrible thoughts of war and crisis,
Nothing
like the blue skies can make us see through anyhow.
Like a mother with her child, I find myself wanting to help them out,
Mysteries are lost in the infinite skies.
Should we pack and take a flight?
Flooded by words and phrases, we astound
ourselves of the supernatural.
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