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All the Days I wandered
without a trail of my being
I'm left to wonder
if I had been alive at all.
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Blueth
PoetryHold on. It'll be nothing but a dull ache someday. . . . ❄️ . . . Blueth is a collection of poems that expresses the cold state of a heart struggling to survive the blueness of life.
