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Apr 2011
Brought out of your nightmare
Still caught up in a haze
Luck split on the floor
With tattered socks and lace
Starting another day you’ll rise
Unsure of which to use
Walking to the window
Throw back the curtains and shade
The sun sitting longs to rise
Into the darkened skies
The moon is hiding gone from sight
Blocked by that note she left
I had a wonderful night
The poison drains from your heart
Back to its place in the sky
The sun is peaking from the ground
At the smile on your face
It always new that some day soon
You’d laugh right in the face of the poison moon
Written by
Mike Barta
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