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Tuesday, April 27, 2010

One day you

Upon my pillowcase, Soaked with salty tears Is perched a diary, Filled with forgotten fears Alongside the terrors Ring a bell of gold Inside a marble tower My story will unfold Pale stars trail behind A long forgotton path Memories are erased And unto me is wrath The room echos now with the haunting voice of me Calling from the diary Reaching into night to see A smudged world where without my sorrow Without my love Life sings bitter and hollow ..

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