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Just Another Word
In a foreign land, they cried out my name. Voice Boisterous but never it shook my frame.
Inside you were thriving. Outside you were solely a dream.
Dried up like a river, my strength shriveled in the air.
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Inside you were thriving. Outside you were solely a dream.
Dried up like a river, my strength shriveled in the air.
...
