In the faded forms of sand and stone. Irrelevancy making itself known. For all cling in frightful desperation. To what was once hopeful inspiration. All was changed, but not all was lost. In a fight where spite was sought. To no avail it appears so. Emotions pushed to and fro. In a place where delicacy is imaginary and weakness non-existent. Some will look at any extent. To find a place completely rid of bad. All that search become sad. When they find this perfect place to be. For it only belongs to me.
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Poetry of the Tradewinds
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