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Why is it That when the world Is quiet My thoughts are Loudest. There is a boy sleeping In my bed. I should lay with him I want to lay with him. But I am so restless So full of purpose During these dark hours Of the day Every word that I type Brings with it a release Like a breath Of the coolest, Crispest Winter air Oh how I’ve missed this feeling… The keyboard Calls out to me Like an old friend In the night. I greet her With open arms And A pounding in my Chest These words keep me Going These words are my legacy These words are my own. I hope that one day You will read these words Too And find some Solace in your own Heart.
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
Sweet Dreams
Why is it That when the world Is quiet My thoughts are Loudest. There is a boy sleeping In my bed. I should lay with him I want to lay with him. But I am so restless So full of purpose During these dark hours Of the day Every word that I type Brings with it a release Like a breath Of the coolest, Crispest Winter air Oh how I’ve missed this feeling… The keyboard Calls out to me Like an old friend In the night. I greet her With open arms And A pounding in my Chest These words keep me Going These words are my legacy These words are my own. I hope that one day You will read these words Too And find some Solace in your own Heart.
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leaanne
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
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