Meloncholy Mind
I Sigh Through The Mist Of Today,
This Being Knows No Strength,
I Whisper To the Ghost
That Is Me,
Like Some Dream
I Just Can't Make Contact.
I Believe I Hunger,
But Like Most I Succumb To The......
Copyright © Emma Hughes | Year Posted 2010
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