Jun 02, 2012 14:00
It seems that all my words have gone
tiptoeing in the night,
to places not so hateful
and minds less full of spite.
It seems that all my peace has gone
and taken supple skin
once forming over oozing sores -
exposing fetid sin.
It seems that all my hope has gone
and with it all the clouds
that offered shade for all the dreams -
now lifeless empty
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