ⅠⅠⅠ: The Sound of A Stream;

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Still water to locate,

Feelings left not to reciprocate.

Hidden from hurt,

And doubts that drown,

In the lies of quiet water.

A disruption awakes,

To no avail.

The wail of a soul so lost,

To be heard somewhere far away.



‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

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