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Darkness

Shadows on my weary head. Dreams are gone, Long since dead. Nighttime brings the the shadow stronger, an empty bed, an unfed hunger. Ten months time has come and gone. But dreams of you still come along.

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michael-j-genovese

American

Published: Sep 5, 2010
LinesWords: 837

Notes: Copyright:MichaelJGenovese

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