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Feb 2015
the darkest of your hours,

the one you dread the most

seems to have been haunted

by an unforgotten ghost

you wish you could forget

what has been said and done,

but sweetheart your darkest hour

has only just begun,

I warned you that the road ahead

would break your dainty soul

but you just went on ahead

and now you’re all alone,

when your darkest hour

seems to be undone,

remember that the darkest hour

is but sixty minutes long.
simon
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simon  Massachusetts, USA
(Massachusetts, USA)   
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