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In my thoracic cavity is a clock that rhythmically sounds tick, tock. Pumping blood through my body giving my hands an opportunity to point out a good quality And a fault. It is good that you know I am with you but a fault is found in this sad room as sounds of this hospital's gloom absorb into my aching brain I almost miss your words full of pain what you said will always stay. "I think of days of old days of gold days that told us to cling and hold onto occasions that you and I had. Days I thought could not go bad   Days I thought could not go bad." Your clock ticks, but it would not tock arrhythmic palpitations hold your body in lock arms turn into stiff, limp imitations of parts your body can find out how to start its own trip into that forlorn dark with no comfort from a singing lark. I'm no lark, I bring no comfort of dawn but I'll stay up with you as you yawn. Your soul's windows full of worry build up this notion your light will go in a hurry. I vow to you as your light grows old that you and I had days of gold that you and I had days of gold.
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC
Forgotten Vow(el)s: No 'E'
In my thoracic cavity is a clock that rhythmically sounds tick, tock. Pumping blood through my body giving my hands an opportunity to point out a good quality And a fault. It is good that you know I am with you but a fault is found in this sad room as sounds of this hospital's gloom absorb into my aching brain I almost miss your words full of pain what you said will always stay. "I think of days of old days of gold days that told us to cling and hold onto occasions that you and I had. Days I thought could not go bad   Days I thought could not go bad." Your clock ticks, but it would not tock arrhythmic palpitations hold your body in lock arms turn into stiff, limp imitations of parts your body can find out how to start its own trip into that forlorn dark with no comfort from a singing lark. I'm no lark, I bring no comfort of dawn but I'll stay up with you as you yawn. Your soul's windows full of worry build up this notion your light will go in a hurry. I vow to you as your light grows old that you and I had days of gold that you and I had days of gold.
© Tatiana This is sad and trying to avoid the letter 'e' is extremely challenging. No 'I' is next
#forgotten#vowels#no#e
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tatiana
27/F/American
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC
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