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Mind stolen

The night before there was time and space , we fight to make it to our place. Looking forward but not behind , taking the leap to help the blind. Together we are but not alone , we can not live with out our phone. We took the plunge to depths not reached , but we live in the minute that can’t be breached. To shelter our souls we fight the goals , never reading the story untold. Looking through tepid waves , longing for the shadow that never came. What we shake but never break , is took and stolen by the mind we make       



im just starting on my writing journey still finding my ground hoping to get noticed in the writing world

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