Sunday, September 16, 2012


The songs a soul translate
Whose voice is gone and does not return
Fierce storm already spilled
And life returns to have this sameness,
Talking so much love out superstition,
Luck is now furious warm
Only adorns this atrocious memory,
The life that they will indeed denied
And so it was, perhaps, on another day
The charm that certainly was lost
As you left the door.
Life relived every night,
Reality cuts made scourge,
A hope for so nearly dead


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