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I've lost my touch. I've lost the frame of mind required to bring me out of the abyss.
Submitted:Feb 7, 2013 Reads: 13 Comments: 4 Likes: 1
The sun burns,
Land once filled with life -
Overflowing, prosperous.
Down the valley a little river
Trickles silently to the tempo
Of a waltz, little does it know
The inferno casts his orange
Shadow. This is the new testament,
Burning the Garden of Eden
Sucking dry the river.
We must all start at
A low life.
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