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Damocles In Me

the sword looms overhead here i sit rags to riches but any moment to be dead when it falls hope only it misses I rule my feelings with an iron-clad cage but from the sword on the ceiling i feel the immiting rage my locked heart bends i am a stranger to my own friends that is the danger of the damocles in me visable for all to see

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 10/26/2015 5:44:00 PM
Hi Dylan, hope to read a new one from you soon. SKAT
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Date: 10/15/2015 8:47:00 PM
WOW, you read like a lost Era, enjoyed Dylan.... SKAT
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