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Jul 2010
These are the words that I can't say out loud;
a whole mess of sorrow I've been kicking around.

These are the feelings that I haven't found;
may they come with haste and hope abound.

These are the thoughts with which I am left;
I'm striving for first, but will take second-best.

These are the places I'm dreaming to see;
I hope absolution is waiting for me.
Written by
Nick Burns  Ash Tree Lane
(Ash Tree Lane)   
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