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Deadening the Days

the cool eastern muds of a destroyed day the still,vacant bodies awaiting decay a tear shed for a soul a heart broken now a hole Wade in the safety of a western morn steady your head, prepare for your storm Reach for an end to this despair with bleeding fingers, and tangled hair scream a scream as loud as a war roar a roar as large as a boar the silence will still come, and then who will love you?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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