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Nov 2015
Its gone
It's gone
It's all, gone..

The storm has once again, clouded out the Sun
In fear,
A vicious cycle full of many
Yet, I can't seem to find one..

One to vent
One to be my Heaven sent
One to find the beauty in my mess
One to aliviate the pain that dwells inside my chest

But I have waited..
Waited for that day
To come..

And when it does...

I will know
Like an Angel she will glow
They will awe at the beauty God bestowed, upon the earth
Frantically believing our Savior has returned

All will ponder, "Who is her?"
Thou shall say, "Her, is She."

A form
of the unknown
My unfound love. A poetic transition to another.
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