Standing on a woody bridge
A bridge of despondency.
with a gaze fixed to the sea of turbulence
walking endlessly on the shore of sorrow
Thy heart, toxicated and abandoned.
Shattered and thrown into the sea of turbulence.
wind of obscurity blows,
for thou shall respond it call.

Grtest write

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