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Mar 2016
I
Camouflaged under an age old willow he wept
His sun scorched tears stained the squirming ground
Countless concealed eyes watching without a sound
Nestled amongst wilted sadness he slept
II
A bright new dawn delivering it's daily dismal gloom
Decision made! Time to **** the pain within
Carefully fastening twine to the willows ageing limb
Cursing the god's in final muttered words he leapt to meet his doom
III
Awoken dazed to mother natures golden smile
Cleansing his spirit with her cool fresh breath
Miraculously eradicating his intentions of death
Sweet songs from the surrounding life lifting him from the bile
IV
Bleeding heart caressed by mothers healing hand
Smooth, soothing whispers swirling amid autumns falling leaves
Hope once abandoned and lost; Now again he believes!
Be at peace my darling child by gaining the knowledge to understand
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Mark Crane  No fixed adress
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