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The agony brought by time and locked spaces is dreadful
As the sun rises and sets again, I cradle my sanity- not letting it cripple
The distance between us is wretched, but this invisible gap separating us pains me even more
Inside these four walls, I only long to see your face and the cerulean-covered shores

Love, while you are out of reach to me for now
Let my beating heart bleed these words aloud

These are the words that I hope the wind may carry and whisper to you
These are the words that I hope the sea may carry on its waves and dampen on your skin
These are the words that I hope the church bells may sing to you
These are the labyrinthine words pieced by my soul within

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