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Mar 2014
Light shines from a screen, only insincere words emitted
Threads from coarse sheets burrow into skin untouched
Feet dangle from the end of a bed too small, still half empty
A mind sinks into pillows and eyes gaze upon beauty that remains absent
Tears don't fall from eyes so jaded
Arid dreams still crack the heart
And the sharp pains from shattered souls keep me awake
Written by
Chris Myrick  Kent
(Kent)   
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