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Dec 2013
I awaken to the pictures of my past, hallowed and vast
Not as deep in colour as they once were
How ironic, that for even a moment, I missed her
Now the tide has receded, my heart retreated
I'm safe in my new home

The prospects of the later and the now gently guided me through turbulent waters
Their eyes glimmering with pain as I recalled past slaughters (of heart)
They gently murmur "Ah, ha, ahh, ha", like Angels slowly coaxing melodies to those in Hell

Now, I recall
I drove away slowly, tears streaming down my face
Because it was you I did not want to leave
Yet, it was you,
You were the one to leave
And all I could do,
All I could do, was bleed
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Adam Mott
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Adam Mott  Bright Falls
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