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Let the Wright One In

I can't easily decipher words lyrics attitudes emotions. I sit in my fog and wonder. And in your magic, there lie the reflection the key that I had been searching for. In your mystery, lay the quiet twinkle and glimmer of a silent memory, that huddled in the alcoves of my melancholy mind. And in your stories, I discovered the yellow brick road, what I though was made of asphalt, but not. And in your absence, I see no Emerald City, no gleaming gates, just a long expanse of nothing. "Let there be light, let there be hope, let you rest." they said and curled you into the ground, with that final lament.
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cameron-marsh
American
Published
Apr 4, 2013
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This poem is about my director, who died last year. His name was Mr. Wright (note the title).

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