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[epilepticshiver]

you lifted your chin up at met your eyes
with a sun staring at you in midday sky

when desperation gets so thick
you can't see through it all, well
I will lift you head and shoulders above the maze

when sorrow swells like rushing tide
inside your crippled head, well land is dry
I will be islands, and give you
passage safe unto a warmer place

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[royalduck1]

i like that.