Prise - {original poem}

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I'm a westward breeze
rusting in the rain
blurred between the lines
sparing moments never done

you'll never find your road again
you left it long ago
there's that haze you love so much
pulling you to let go

tell them all, they love you so
they never understand
I'm that road to nowhere
following my own sun.

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