Purgatory

Avision of the future
A glimpse of the past
Nothing left to give
So much more to ask
A pool filled with silence
A whisper on the wind
Nature's way of saying
Nothing shall be pinned
My and thoughts are racing
Though my spirits filled with doubt
I fear I'm in Purgatory
And may not be let out





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