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Jul 2012
Somber eyes stare past but disappointment stops.
Vision ceases when fate steps in, look up dear--
Here I am floating by where your head now drops
And here I am lifting your chin, lips so near.
I can't ask for gentle winds to stop blowing
Their burdens to destinations, up ahead.
Fate impedes for no man, not with us knowing
When we'll love, when we'll rise up, or be dead.
Allow happiness to permeate your soul.
Deviate from disgusting fear, oh my love.
You were created to come back to the whole,
Tonight gaze deep into the stars, up above.
Overcome the body, understand your mind.
Grip my hand as we watch the fate of the blind.
Shea Vogt
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