A soft song, a light croon
Playing like a sweet balm
A rhythm, a rhyme swoon
Soothing like a pure calm
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TERRA INCOGNITA
PoetryNo way ever so undoing an unbreakable wall conspiratorially built by those shattered themselves.
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A soft song, a light croon
Playing like a sweet balm
A rhythm, a rhyme swoon
Soothing like a pure calm
