These seeds they drift across the wind
Forlon,hopeless,abandoned
Knowing they are only weeds
Blown apart by lips so sweet
Never meant to take root deep
Tirelessy their search does not cease
For a place to settle
Only wanting a desperate peace
To survive this lonely world
Impossible as it may seem
Fragments of a complicated matter
Brittle,hard,distant
This desolate land encourages no friends
It fractures and tears all bonds
And that is the intangible truth
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hmm.. I love this!! lol.. its really good..keep it up..
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nice perspective!
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