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Bitter cry for sorrows told
knows peace was only borrowed,
sings for a promised hope.
Sighs cross this dreary land
like some star's forgotten shadow,
chasing wonders new.
I dreamt of crumbled castles,
rubble in the dirt.
I dreamt my time had come
before time had even heard
echoes of commotion near
drawn from shallow gasps.
My heart broke from its cage,
now open,
and lay down in the dirt.

Image by @gebhartyler
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