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Moonlight walk, slow steps, the sands falling beneath your feet, but the thought in your mind keeps on going steep, life had taken a turn, widened, it worked like a machine lost its pulleys and was unstrapped.


The only light left at the time was the moon, you wish you could end this all so soon, parked the wheels outside the cage, still, you couldn't let go of that deeply embedded rage.


Never so desperate in life for certain answers, wish could unravel the mirror beneath the sheet of sand, no energy left to blow the sand, come take a walk with me, hold my hand.


Blew the wind uncovered from the ever so hardened dust, for what I was searching for with that charming lust, wish could lay in those palms, the lap and stare at the moon, you showed me life, gave me a reason, to come out of that cocoon.

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