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Exile
And though they tell you; "You belong"
You know.
You know that even the wind,
It feels Bitter, Cold,
Like short, deep, blades, cutting in,
Their edge sharpened by the cold frost of reality,
The very air you breathe,
It disowns you,
It doesn't know you and it..
Wants..
You..
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Category: Dark & Mystical
Author: Danny Edwards