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Lost in the memoirs


Lost in the memoirs of the mind
Sinking into the darkness
Attempting escape
In the shadow of the wings
Of the fallen angels breathe-
Breathe a stinging, stale air.
Reality is no ease, and numbness-the sanctuary.
Lost in the memoirs of the mind

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