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We hope, we may, we pray,
life is but a fleeting dawn.
Pray for our souls,
we are forgotten in the wind.
Our hopes and dreams broken from within.
Deepest fathom untouched by man.
Stillness, our wretched bones buried below the deepest sand.
We were once man, lost to the misery of our hands.


  • it's amazing how this holds true for various people around the world... nice poem👍

    Feb 15, 2020

  • Feb 15, 2020

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