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decaying
Are we not lost
in a forest
of decaying feelings
where ignerance hunts
what we are dreaming
where denile
strangles
the last of the seeds
that once believed
we could have been
free
in a forest
of decaying feelings
where ignerance hunts
what we are dreaming
where denile
strangles
the last of the seeds
that once believed
we could have been
free
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