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Aug 2014
In a house built with brick
Built extra thick for protection
A candles burnt to the wick
And they lay in the dark

Together they play no tricks
The day comes quick, they've learned their lesson
Soft sighs, gentle kicks-
While they lay in the dark

The clock keeps its tick
In the nick of time, finished obsession
Passion inside; feigned hate Public
While they live in the dark.
An oldie! Who knows what we all keep hidden...
Written by
Elijah Corbeau  New Rochelle, NY
(New Rochelle, NY)   
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