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CROSSROADS
Standing at the crossroads
Still, my soul, inside cries aloud
Sometimes I can't believe
That you're doing, what you're not supposed to!
Clearly things, are just a fact
Melancholy drips, its sorrows
Dragging shadows, across whole rooms
As light licks, and bites, all of its wounds!
Hearts distressed, all filled of concern,
Birds fly a little, too... soon
Rising in the skyline, like
Small, specks of moon!
And possibilities, like smoke, just drift away!
