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A poem about how life makes me feel, and how things are.
Submitted:Dec 4, 2012 Reads: 20 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
There is nowhere to hide,
When all the lights are burning.
There is nowhere to run,
When all the world can see you.
There is nowhere to sleep,
When this fire keeps on yearning.
Too quickly to put out.
Too quickly to run dry.
So I shall drink the sweetest sound of silence.
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