Wanderling❁

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perhaps the stars wrote a fate for us

that is beautifully unfinished

as a song written, but never heard

but I have a secret held from destiny

I do not believe in her, or any god by name

I believe only in the love we make

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a knotted branch

wet from the rains

that is all I see

too ugly to be adored

and easily forgotten

when there are summer flowers

and moonlight meadows

and prettier people

who know what to say

and how to make

sleeping look beautiful

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sweet lunacy

 

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the deep reaches of space

dislocated from my origin

comprise the abyss

where I swear I heard

the screaming voices

waking all that has already lived

and a single tear drop

it ceased to fall

but I also heard it said

this was meant to be

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