this is't me...
Silent, eye contact..In a crowdGiving what the other needsLayers of the seaFlowing from one to the otherFear of the extremeTransition expects moreClaim all that is yoursLeaving impressions on her handsPermanent Scars..Enhancing the demarking linesLines of destiny..Debts still to be paid,Guess the time will come..
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