born
....
you're here too soon
lonely lakes
and eerie rooms
dear lonesome love
im on the move
seeking comfort yet to soothe
im taking in new sights
views that cant be seen
im taking in new breath
air that cant be breathed
i long to see a soul
that has never been scorned
its the seeking of hearts
that have yet to be born
so wipe that love
out of your eyes
or blink it down for a while
there is something i was born to find
-me
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