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May 2014
I sometimes feel my heart burdened with this horrible sadness.
The blood that passes through me a river of tears,
The beat of my pulse a steady, rythmic wardrum.
Can anyone but me hear them?
I look to the heavens and I see the face of my Creator.
I know he hears it, and I know I am not alone.
This one I wrote a few years ago.
Written by
Spiritus Nocturnus  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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