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Nov 2017
These clouds linger
Like the thoughts storming through your head,
And it is here that I wonder,
If I am already dead
To you who I layed my soul down
To you who picked it up,
Deemed unworthy
I find myself unable to settle
For another who accepts the pieces you rejected
For another who can fit within the confines of my mind,
You left a hole
In the shape of you
And I wear that scar on my skin like a prideless reminder of my arrogance
For falling in love with an angel
Because who am I,
But a simple man with simple wants and nothing more
You who has taken the world by storm
Me who has been capsized by its raging seas
You who held me as I cried
And then proceeded to leave
William Thomas Lodge III
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William Thomas Lodge III  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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