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a poem about how things change but eventually come back to how they were once.
Submitted:Jun 17, 2012 Reads: 6 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
any old time
you'll come around
you were buried
lost, frozen
snatched in the sand
gone in time
drowned in desire
into the watery depths
wet, cold
any old time
youu'll come around
you were passionate
firey, sparked
destined to dye
in shadows, fire, ice, or dirt
we will not surrender tonight.
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