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Basically random poems I've come up with.
The leaves whisper in the wind as the tears rain down on my face.
The longing for the sea grew as the smell of salt embodied an aura of desperation.
A wish, a dream, a longing for freedom.
However, the chains held my invisible hostage as the silent clack and clink bordered between my mortal skin;
and what was holding me back.
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