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The air can long to be the big blue sea
The powdered dirt may be destined to be a tree
I may long for the unknown
My heart tears at God's not there tone
A whole that has been for years
Longing to be filled with truth
The wind tells me God can hear this too
But for now, my mind is torn-like
A chaotic sea on a stormy night
Lying to thyself is my worst fright





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