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Sep 2011
start to the finish
dreams came to diminish
maybe today was done well
and these angel's spell made demons repel
but still I'm at the bottom
I came asking for the tools
now I got 'em

the next sunrise shadows my days
it whispers and wallows distinctly in praise
my days and nights swallow my sin
just as my hopes that seize to begin

sensual springs ****** to a drought
leave me standing in fear and doubt
refusing to accept the stain on earth
no measure was weighed
not even at birth

I read you this note I have to bare
that is only real when spoken unsaid
so you'll have no words to mutter or share
settle your tongue as you take this oath
and save any further words that'll **** us both

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Alexander Montgomery Dawson
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Alexander Montgomery Dawson  26/M
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