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My silent screams fall on deaf ears. My eyes say words that no one hears. My soul reaches out, but no ones there. My heart is cold and never shared My dreams are filled with things I crave. My days pass by as empty haze. What I desire, what my soul screams. Is that my days are like my dreams.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 9/12/2012 3:21:00 AM
Nicely penn'd. Well done.
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Date: 3/12/2012 7:26:00 AM
Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week Vincent. Love, Carol
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