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Natural Elements
These dark circles that hang beneath my eyes,
small signs of struggles,
my Earth.
My mind,
rarely motionless,
is like the Wind.
Look into my eyes,
see,
see my Fire.
My being,
my soul,
deep down inside,
tis' all but Water...
...come for a swim ??
small signs of struggles,
my Earth.
My mind,
rarely motionless,
is like the Wind.
Look into my eyes,
see,
see my Fire.
My being,
my soul,
deep down inside,
tis' all but Water...
...come for a swim ??
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