Without a Sound
Could my bleeding heart testify to the undying love trapped deep inside
Engulfed by the heart yet bound by the mind
With every passing moment fading in time
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Abrook the tortured soul retreat
Alone to sit despair of love
In hushed torment a moment drown
Betossed the soul without a sound
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7/17/17
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2017
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