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Another rather dark mysterious poem.

Submitted:Feb 26, 2007    Reads: 147    Comments: 4    Likes: 0   

Lying in bed

Crying softly

Thinking of despair

Blinking tears away

A voice in her head

A heart filled with dread

Memories spoken

Soul so broken

Sold like a slave

Cold like a wretch

Impure in the past

Unsure of the future

For peace she yearns

For solace she burns

Nowhere to turn

To the search she returns


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