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Saturday, 13 September 2014

2014-Aug: Try

I try to fly
But my wings are bound.
I try to cry out
But I can't make a sound.
I try to swim
But I'm sinking fast.
I try to see
But the darkness falls fast.
Posted by seahorse at 15:45
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