Nov 2016
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Pages stained with heart and soul
Indelible Fingerprints strewn in ink
Burning bridges like seasoned wood
Written words just go up in smoke
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All heart’s ache have known words left unsaid
Ashes of what could have been scatter in the wind
A breaking heart's sigh, muted whispers bemoaned
A tipped over chalice of spilt milk
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Pages stained with heart and soul
Indelible Fingerprints strewn in ink
Burning bridges like seasoned wood
Written words just go up in smoke
―
All heart’s ache have known words left unsaid
Ashes of what could have been scatter in the wind
A breaking heart's sigh, muted whispers bemoaned
A tipped over chalice of spilt milk
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November 3rd, 2016
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(I really have no name)
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