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Richard.
Think there might be a type on line 3. (Growd or Crowd).
I like the first two verses very much, but for me the tempo changes on the last two verses and I lose it.
It might just be me, poetry isn't an area I usually go.
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Hi Festerocious
Yeah i lost the plot a bit.
I had a small story but it was to complicated portray.
The original, but i kept re-writing...
I'm searching the mass for your identity
Opening doors to unknown places
Reaching out for the light
while Being passed by hidden faces
Holding on, tired, wasted
Picking the corners of my sight
Will i ever meet you
In this black and faceless night
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