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Ashlee Manley Poem
The elements of sin ,
wont let it begin.
The sinister souls,
aren't growing old.
The crying child of Babylon,
is now the one who has passed on.
The elements are falling apart,
While nature is playing its part.
The screams of horror,
are moving us out of order.
The elements of sin,
Call forth the end.
The elements of sin,
won't help us in the end.
Copyright © Ashlee Manley | Year Posted 2005
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Ashlee Manley Poem
My imagination is falling from creation,
My only desire is to get higher,
My one demand is to walk with you hand in hand.
My only dream is to stand up and scream,
My only wish is to feel your kiss,
My only lie is when I touched the sky,
My only view is of you.
Now and then there is one big trend,
But you and me should always be.
My Only reality is your voice yelling,
So baby please don't take it away from me.
Copyright © Ashlee Manley | Year Posted 2005
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