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The darkest of roses

To my corner I do retire and pull the cover to my chest I sit there and watch the fire never to truly get my rest Like the fire in my soul the one who sits with me wains and the air it is in becomes cold the again in my heart.... pains. I draw up inward, I pull in fast I reach my souls last shard, hoping it can last. The darkness does creep and the quiet losses to thunder I lay there calling sleep Never again a peaceful slumber.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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