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By Marshall Hann Submitted by blessed23 Date: 2005 Nov 04 Comment on this Work [[2005.11.04.03.26.14534]] |
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I close my eyes and know that somewhere, someone is waiting for me subconsciously saving me, giving me strength presenting hope as a gift to this soul that is tired of searching, tired of its heart desperately reaching out for warmth (when I awake something that cannot be named consumes me covering my mind with sorrow: drowning my will) Another angel descends and passes me by (I have so much to give, so much more than these unappreciative liars, these men made from plastic and paper machee) Now I rest dreaming quietly as the piano plays (It needs no reason to mourn) |