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My Crying

Is that the death I hear ringing? Is that the yelling I hear pleaing? Are the demons a-rising? Is that sound of there singing? Is that rustling I hear fleeing? Screaming. Running falling. Discerning. Frightened, unwillfull scared. Tortured soul, Good bye dear love, I must pay my toll. For that leaving and pleading and striving is my crying.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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