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Wednesday, 26 October 2011

*numb*

You walk away from the cold proletariat
Into the lonely abode with concealed barriers
Scared, confused, alone and naïve
Too much pain, nothing left to believe
You leave the salvation of the trees
Building a treaty in the new street
Waiting for an awakening
Your confidence awing…

.x Wandering Daydreamer x.

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