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Pieces to cancer
I am a fish.
Who chooses my dwellings depth.
Darkness;a for-longing shelter.
I found solace in the shell hidden inside your breast.
Where obscurity ceases,and finds rest within a dryads silhouette.
Envious of landscapes my lungs cannot trespass.
I yearn for a shadow to cast its net.
Renewed breath.
Who chooses my dwellings depth.
Darkness;a for-longing shelter.
I found solace in the shell hidden inside your breast.
Where obscurity ceases,and finds rest within a dryads silhouette.
Envious of landscapes my lungs cannot trespass.
I yearn for a shadow to cast its net.
Renewed breath.
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