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Night To Day

Tiredly I sit slowly life creeps away flowing from my grasp as night slips to day. Hard to keep my eyes open, just want to go to sleep so I can get away; angels begin to weep. There goes another child slowly slipping away, lying on the bathroom tile as night slips to day. Mind begins to wonder through my weak existence all the things I've done; such a weak resistance. I live my life condemned in silent exile wishing to be loved just to see him smile. Falling faster down soul ready to run away angels grasp my hands as night slips to day. Looking down from heaven as the sun rises upon the day My body is still lying there where the dragon slay.

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Date: 5/15/2009 7:48:00 AM
It is the subjective that must give way to the objective ... when the ego overpowers the thought ... for stepping back to say the contest of things, rather than the direct, is most liberating to a write ... you will go on slay dragons in your night. I have given you my love for a sword ...
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