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Oct 2011
miming whispers in the dark
as we speak into each other's hearts
and wait for hours for day to break
with all the promises it hides away
clutching hands and holding close
the only comfort that we know
looking fearful at the sky
we pound our ******* demanding why
the hurt and sorrow that we feel
can only hide from us the real
i feel your breath upon my face
its warmth gives life to dwindling faith
i need your arms to stay around me
stronger than the vilest army
protecting me from despairing darts
that sneak into unsuspecting hearts
if only for another night
between us we'll keep up the fight
never letting fall the pieces
of our broken heart diseases
It's too quiet for capitals.
Jordon Jones
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Jordon Jones
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   Raj Arumugam
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