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See Through
collecting wishes
in a dried up well
in swoop the vultures
as if this was hell
what gets left behind
when there's nothing left of me
ashes from a life that ached
with transparent memories
in a dried up well
in swoop the vultures
as if this was hell
what gets left behind
when there's nothing left of me
ashes from a life that ached
with transparent memories
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