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Possibility

I wake up,

I never sleep.

I fill my lungs,

I never breath.

I move my lips,

I never speak.

Broken pipes that never leaks.

I open eyes,

I cannot see.

I spire thoughts 

I cannot teach

I drip in eights,

I cannot listen

Tortured souls that cannot glisten.




                                                                                                           VAIN

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