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Feb 2010
Making my way across
In the storm that screams
Leaking tears from the gods
Leaning against me
Eating at my resolve
Nearing not my end
Nor my beginning
I am lost but
Using my empty heart
Maybe I will find somewhere new
Sneak across the wasteland
Night will aid me
Onward towards you
Where else would I go?
Martha Jordan
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