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Dec 2016
that time you are just awed without breath
that time the sun sets behind dark clouds
all you think of are dense macabre
bad situations wrong turns sad
outcomes
inside that cloud black you set
along with no light
to a dark spot on the precipice
the cliff wanting to know if you
took another step
would it all stop
could it be better if
you were not here
how much it all hurts to even think of it
inside turning revolving throbs
of heartaches and memories
there about the dark valley
the no turning back
I call I wish I did
and take your hand
pull you close
and let you know
someone cares
wordvango
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wordvango
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