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Every Night I Burn

Every night I burn
Every night I dream
In my soul, burns a hole 
Where all is lost, in between 

Every night I die
Every day I scream
The spot that burns, starts to turn
The angels fade away from me

Every night I burn
Every day the voices return
To whisper to me, let's smile, then see
If these dreams can take their turn.

D.R.L
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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