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Oct 2012
With each strike of a key
As silly as it seems
Your eyes have been used to see
Exclusively
For too long

From each sunset to day break
My soul, my body seems to ache
Please, here is my whole being to take
Offered up as my hands and knees shake
It seems there are no suitable takers

Through the thick of the night
The fog over the river's so bright
With moon shining high exuding white light
In times like these we used to hold eachother so tight
But now we're nothing but my memory's dream

Now I am stuck and getting lost in the woods
Seems like it happens more often than it should
Like all the times I said I could
And every time I said I would
Without a second thought

But now I think twice
John
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John  28/M/New York
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