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[walkingstone]

When the Night Became My Day

Sun came in my window far to ****** soon
Burned into my retinas these visions of you
What was once a buried memory now has come to light
Plastered on the wall you are when I attempt sight, can I go on

Sun came in my window far to ****** fast
Drove away the night before, I prayed would last
I was in a haze where I

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[walkingstone]

NICE, buddy. Lines three and four are my favorite. I shall be needing to hear it performed.
Da-Wain.