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Aug 2014
The darkest hour of every night
When the evening star does shine
The moon, the sun, colliding
My mind, your touch, our hearts
Brighter than the brightest sun
Warmer than the hottest desert
Buy why are we here
In this horrid place
Where the sky's never see the day
The stars never see night
Yelling and screaming does us no use
Our violent screams and beligerent abuse
Healings in our time
Or what we have left
So let's not waste it
Pretending to be friends
The brightest hour of every morning
When thoughts of you creep in my mind
I smile but then cry, because you're no longer mine
But this heart is what is ours.
Written by
Maris Jayne Weathers  Elgin, IL
(Elgin, IL)   
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