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Words do leave a void into the mind,
Carved into the rock that sees my foundations true and strong,
Scribed with fleeting moments,
Initials,
Yours and mine,
As such I do wish that I could speak,
All that enters my thoughts,
My soul,
But kept with a tempest and chained lip,
Pay no attention to my muse,
For it is in your eyes I find her,
And without you I am lost,
The arms of Atlas would keep you safe,
Sweet fragrance upon a gentle breeze,
Forever Theia,
Dew of the sea.
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