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From within,
Bold chambers Whose crimson-red bars Grant no avail, Am I. You- Atop an aging, Restless array of vagrant Vessels, Surrounded in a sea of desperation, Amidst a storm of rowdy seaman, Wails and utters- Of disdain, Lie free. Free as the wind, And like the vibrant sun you roam, Yet you flee my soul, Without remembrance, Of my condition Hither- For without you- I am none. |
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