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Hill Side

I can never leave this place

Holds me by the soul

Hand in hand 

And down the hole

Abyssal sinking

Deep breaths between the walls

Move me jarringly

Trip on and trip over

Along and to move on

But after

What waits for us?

© The Sad Owl

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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