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Mar 2010
So here it comes.
Walking breathelessly,
just loud enough,
to hear the rapid beat,
of your own heart.

What does it come down to?
When no is no,
and right is right?
Rearrange your vision so,
you can see throughout the night.

Walking confident now,
with the past behind you.
Tearing through remains,
of broken promises and dreams,
just loud enough,
to forget ideas of going back.
Written by
B T
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