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May 2014
Just one kind word, just one, from you,
Burning with loneliness, a drop will do.
Peace evades me, sleep I know not,
Alone in a pit, heart and soul rot.
Vultures around, with hate I would ****,
I see their mocking eyes, they wait still.
There is no escape, I built this cage,
Bound by my sins, bound by my rage.
Peace I seek, abandoned I am
In  a desert, a storm, alone, barely man.
Written by
dawid
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