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Aching Souls

A constant ache A raging churn Within my heart The pulse of it Throws me under One… Two… Three… Four One… Two… Three… Four One… Two… Three… Four Then the silence It boils inside Pointing fingers Not good manners The aching stops Silence is dread Seconds, minutes Hours, days, weeks... soon The day will come My soul will ache

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 11/18/2014 2:43:00 PM
I love the raging churn!your emotions are expressed well. I feel the pain. A great work!
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Meg Anderson
Date: 11/18/2014 3:18:00 PM
I also.
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Jacob Frey
Date: 11/18/2014 2:59:00 PM
thank you i appreciate it I just love writing it gives me a way to express my life

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