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Salt
The air is thick. It's hard to breathe.
I left home. Life under siege.
A blooming flower for a wilted Soul
Can't bleed enough to feel this cold
Cut wide open, chance at fault
Smiling thru the grains of salt
Can't see the forest staring at the weeds
Onward the journey watching my feet.
I left home. Life under siege.
A blooming flower for a wilted Soul
Can't bleed enough to feel this cold
Cut wide open, chance at fault
Smiling thru the grains of salt
Can't see the forest staring at the weeds
Onward the journey watching my feet.
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