Martyred leaves,
give up dreams,
beliefs they can,
do anything.
They dance on wind,
leaving lives behind,
they close their eyes,
and pray for safety,
give up completely,
surrender to the place,
the wind has sentenced them.
Falling is scary,
falling to fate,
stranded in a place,
where love is risky,
where lust is pricey.
They try and try,
will to survive,
in the place,
wind trialed,
sentenced fate,
their plights.
Unknowingly crushing,
broken dreams,
beneath me,
shattered lives,
behind me,
ahead of me,
a story.
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