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Loam
The storm outside is violent,
But I can't hear over my
silence.
We live in a million little problems.
What a rush they say.
I call for no more.
Unregistered voice inside this loam.
The masses make me feel so
alone.
But I can't hear over my
silence.
We live in a million little problems.
What a rush they say.
I call for no more.
Unregistered voice inside this loam.
The masses make me feel so
alone.
Published 14th Jul 2024
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