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Mar 2012
Time has left it's share of scars
I remember the depth of each
Uncertainty steals my voice
Throat closing fast
Little did I know that it would stand between us
Tear us apart
Eventually.
I forget now which direction you ran
I only know that you took the sun with you
Turning warm smiles and bright laughter from me
All that remains is darkness
All that remains is night
My life force, slow sticky sap
Seeps from me into tortured puddles of hardened hope
Wounded
I fear without your light these shadows will start to
consume
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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