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Thu, 06/20/2019 - 15:31 -- umyeah

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Not this flesh
My Soul

Longing
for something this life
this form
cannot give me

Impossible to understand
the immense pain
of a stretch that will never reach

High mountain, High Sky
I'll never know your truth
with this form

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