Carmael William Biography

If only you were me,
Would you beleaguer me then too?
Your words they pierce through like bayonets!
You do not discern the imperium of your words,
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It was pouring, nightfall o'er the wet streets,
On a bike we rode, hurry to go home
The road was muddy, street lights hazy, blind
Pitch black all around where our eyes would meet
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You taught me to love,
You taught me to learn,
And here I build, I try to earn,
These wings which with I'll soar above..
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The midnight sea,
Seeps through me,
Departing me from melancholy.
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