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darkness crept in with his heavy feet on the floor and his hot breath on my neck mocking tone pierces my vulnerable mind and i crumble a surface crack breaches a sitting duck for a gust of wind blinded by the vision of how things should be and what will never happen sitting at the fork watching the boats pass as i am unable to move the light has faded the sun has set and i have waited hours for the dawn but i keep my eyes to the east and i will wait many more for the sun to rise.
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
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darkness crept in with his heavy feet on the floor and his hot breath on my neck mocking tone pierces my vulnerable mind and i crumble a surface crack breaches a sitting duck for a gust of wind blinded by the vision of how things should be and what will never happen sitting at the fork watching the boats pass as i am unable to move the light has faded the sun has set and i have waited hours for the dawn but i keep my eyes to the east and i will wait many more for the sun to rise.
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
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