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Aug 2012
Watch as the hours fly by,
While i sit and stare from my window,
The raindrops keep on falling,
Like the tears that are staining my eyes,
Creating a hundred fears.

Afraid of the riverbed,
The flowing tide of embers burning my soul,
Tantalising my evil, encouraging my sins,
Gone missing in a whirlpool,
The whirlpool of devastation that i make.
Written in 2004
Simon Clark
Written by
Simon Clark
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