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My little and humble contribution...
Fortress.
Calm is the wind,
That blows in the trees of solitude.
Empty is the air,
That flows as certitude.
As the caress of darkness,
Confess the distress,
The lost freedom of the mind,
Makes the escape blind.
Will I ever get,
Out of this troubled loneliness...
Will I ever let,
Anyone in the fortress...
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