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A quick piece written up in front of the fire |
| Dreams lay Deep Inside the soul Unheard, unseen The weight of their ashes Pulling, Pulling her down, but She doesn't feel them Aimless, her feet Lead Toward something, intangible Unknown, tantalisingly Out of reach Please God, please Find me Turn me around So I may see Myself Free of ashes So I may feel Myself |