
wandering through dark
left behind
hiding from the moon
I am blind
wadding through these tears
can you see
forming oceans 'round
let me be
winding through my fears
cold as ice
feeling sorrows call
roll the dice
Rev. Alimae
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wandering through dark left behind hiding from the moon I am blind
wadding through these tears can you see forming oceans 'round let me be
winding through my fears cold as ice feeling sorrows call roll the dice
Rev. Alimae Author notesPhoto 1: "swallow me and spit me out" by Princess of Shadows In a listA contest entry
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