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Jan 2016
Ghosts of bitter sorrow reign
within my somber, dark domain
tears of Angels streak my walls
cast aside, they walk these halls

voices echo in the night
whispers of their lonely plight
lost souls searching, drawn to me
window to the living sea

I am haven for their grief
once the king of disbelief
hidden here like tears in rain
they find solace in my pain
Thomas P Owens Sr
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Thomas P Owens Sr  M/New Market, Va
(M/New Market, Va)   
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