the wind picks it's leaves with single blows
mean while all my skin pores
are rhyming to a thought "I wanna glow
from highest hill tops to the low
of the sea shores",
The head banging to a beat "no more no more"
let the pain out & watch it pour
Down an endless bore. For it to never come back
Oh how the wind blows
free with such appeal entering every crack
I wanna glow & no more no more pain there to be pour
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