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Sep 2013
Tears falling like timber,
Years and years in the past
And right now she has to remember?
This isn’t fair,
Who ever said life was?
And she deserves this because?

With eyes of sapphire,
A pure heart of gold,
She buried down deep,
A story never told.

Stuck in a dream,
A mist settled on the scene,
Shoes walking on the sidewalk,
It was around two o’clock.

The streets entirely bare,
There’s no time to spare.
She knew what she had to do
Many webs of lies askew.

Fear grabbing at her wrists,
Time and time she’s cried
But no one comes and assists.
This isn’t fair,
He didn’t intend it to be,
But theres no magic key.

With little trust and no faith
He took what he wanted,
As in a routine, she promised.
Surely, forever haunted.

Awoken suddenly by a nudge,
Time to cover up the smudge.
walk downstairs and there you’ll meet
a man full of deceit.
Written by
Poetic Justice
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   eh, Miranda Renea and Joe Adomavicia
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