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by Martyr Laguna Dec 24, 2015 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
Drift you do, with the winds' caress So pure, so light Such a pity I may only appreciate with distance Upon finding you closer to me, you vanished When you returned, the skies ran gray Your purity compromised And when I tried again to be close The words, the teardrops, the rain they FELL And I walked all the way home drenched in our woes