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May 2017
My woes tonight are unspoken
with wars and storms that rage
within mine self

unexplained they are
untamed...untrimmed

I need you to tame them
to hold mine hand
and gaze me with thine eyes
that shoot like the stars

It is unfair for you to do this, I know

For you need sheltering too
from your woes, my dear

So mine lips will be silent
as we hold onto each other

For this is what I need
and you would suffice.
Depression is a traitor.
Chris Balase
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Chris Balase  37/M/NoWhere
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