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Another rather dark mysterious poem.
Submitted:Feb 26, 2007 Reads: 146 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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