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Echo the haunts
How can I forget this hurt?
I try to move past it.
It consumes my present
to the point that my gift
of a future becomes unclear.
Oblivious beneath a celestial
map of stars.
They refuse to grant any wishes.
So naive, I still look to my skies.
A searchlight soul that wanders the darkness.
Unable to find another.
A void of voices that echo the haunts.
I close my eyes to keep them silent.
Unwilling to settle,
I must now stalk the darkness.
As an image of black and white resolutions.
He's plotting behind a venomous smile.
With a tounge that cuts like a whip.
I'm, day dreaming of sleepless nights.
As they hold my dreams
so I can't forget the hurt.
There's voices that echo my haunts.
I open my eyes to keep them silent.
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joseph randall
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