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May 2010
Obscure, with feelings shrouded by loss and pain,
Unwilling or unable to open the door for love again.
A soul filled with devotion and loyalty,
A heart that is empty from what use to be.
Behind eyes of a distance and detached vision,
Are echoes of a passion locked within a prison.
© Copyright 2008 L. A. Anglin
Written by
Lisa A Anglin
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