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Wild Whisper

I am so many mistakes.
I am so many incomplete thoughts.
I am flawed as one can be.
Good intentions woven together with a wild whisper.
Bold and loud, I wont be mistaken for any other.
Hard as a brick.
Strong as they hold up.
Depends on the weathering of time which I’ll turn out to be.
Wrecklessly breathing in the stench of the times.
Here I stand.
Here I stay.

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Until We Meet Again. ★

Under The Same Moon. ☆

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