Updated: Oct 5, 2022
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I’ve often been lost
And often been found.
Do I find myself I’m not sure
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Learn to swim or build a boat When you walk or wander into water You tread the waning tide For fear of drowning in the smallest moment
A dirty november night Muddy and cold With winding road Tiwning thoughts of futures Uncreated and unknown Fantasy mixed with fire Movies...
A ripe laugh cracking through the cold night air late// early morning With the world asleep around us we have created a haven...
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