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Caught In the Smoke

Quiet sigh no one hears
Nothings stay very clear
Make a move to get near
And I’ll run from you

Forget now for later
The worry grows greater
I slip down the crater
And I’ll remember you

But you do not see me
Like you used to see me
The hole is too steamy
And I’ll scream for you

Search around for my side
Let my voice be your guide
Billowed smoke will subside
And you’ll see me and you


Again
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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March 19, 2009 at 11:51 PM
Nice work and great ending. The metaphor of smoke is nice...Raul
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