𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋, 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦

𝐯𝐢. 𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑

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5. march
unnamed
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somewhere in the distance
there is a sound
it's loud and annoying
maybe it's my own mind
a mysterious, dark thing
or it is simply that
a sound in the distance
but i can't really say
maybe i am really slowly falling insane

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