Lost Souls
lost souls .. whispering
tree comes to life .. screeching sound
wind .. not to be seen
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nobody knows the real me , a poet .. as i am wandering through the park
alone in the dark .. i feel lonely in some way .. even tho my friends are there for me no
matter what .. i feel "invisible"
Copyright © Marcus Crane | Year Posted 2009
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