XIII. Hollow Tree

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Silver flakes spread above my head

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Silver flakes spread above my head

as I sway away from my dismay.

You wouldn't believe all the times

I've given my tears to the silent night.

So many wrongs hide in the rights,

my heart cannot handle another fight.

I paused to catch my breath.

That's when I heard the wind whisper to the bay, "We're all broken pieces in the dark, without any means to stay alive." At least I have a reason to keep opening my eyes.

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