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Dec 2013
Steady hands
And a careless sigh,
Clear speach which does not pry.

Lie to yourself
Saying you're fine,
Even though you dont know why you cry

Your mind lingers,
Your eyes follow.
There are choices to be made
And dreams to reach decay.
Written by
Riley Stuart  St. Canices
(St. Canices)   
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