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Unwanted

And these open spaces fill these empty faces Although they remain unwanted Forcing it down on me The river runs wide Into narrow streams Leaves fading down cutting the world like a gelatine Leaves breaking the silence Leaving it's mother to arise Instead plummeting to earth Floating only to become wet Drifting into a mystery Drowning with waters running wild Not knowing where it ends For mothers gaurd is missing Faces running dry Cracking while they cry Looking around for some relief

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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