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Apr 2014
Blood drips from the leaves in season's change.
A reflection of my undying pain.
I reach for the stars, glued to the floors of hell.
So be it, for I lost my soul when I feel in love with you.
My blue skies have been slashed with the razor of
I see the demons peeking through.
Darkness falls in a crushing demise,
as Satan slaps me for my constant prayer.
My endless prayer
of forgiveness
of wanting you....
Daniel Jay Mc Shane
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Daniel Jay Mc Shane
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