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May 2012
Away from the sun
Pale gets warmer
Never number one
Ashes get colder

And the Myans predicted
Only time will tell
Just swimming in my personal hell

We're all sitting ducks
Please hold me tight
Though the night

I’m a crow perched on
A telephone pole
Just waiting for the worms

Lightning comes
I am numb
On the road

Misunderstood
The dove sought after
A change for good
A chance shot at her

Fly with the crow
I want to yell
Swimming in my personal hell

Studying the nest
Bulimic rests
In the throat

And the eagle
Iconic white
If only his mind was right

He’d know that his dove
Has fallen in love
With a crow

Time heals wounds
But it also kills slowly
The dove’s heart grew
Yet blood stopped pumping

Pain felt the crow
As the bells tolled
Swimming in his personal hell

All life aside
He dove through the lake
Drowned and died

Drifting away
No longer felt pain
Free to escape
See the dove again

And the clear water
Drew a surprise
As the tears swept softy from my eyes

There laid the dove
Sent from above
Waiting for me

Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Paul Rousseau
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