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Sean Woods Poem
life was great,
and movement was unstoppable
until you crossed my path
and you,
well, you were the great standstill
the last move in our life's game
in a dream,
you spoke my name once
your voice echoed,
but i refused to listen
i've lived my life underground
hiding from your Nazi regime
every time i turned to you, you turned away
and my heart sank into the deepest parts of Hell
Copyright © Sean Woods | Year Posted 2009
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Sean Woods Poem
I. a sea of ghosts
an ocean of you
her heart is far greater than the body that holds her
II. a mountain of righteousness
a desert of fear
i couldn't control the way our fight went tonight
Copyright © Sean Woods | Year Posted 2009
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