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Deebee Says



I don't want
or need
the world
to understand me

desolation 
is my best friend
there I feel profound

ecstasy
is a barren moonscape

I listen to the silence
whispering my name

Deebee says
she stands alone
but she's chasing
her reflection
over the moon

he
her singular friend
he's not coming home
he's not coming home

alone
at the edge of the world
the night wind
whispers
desolation



  
 
    
 
      
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