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Aug 2014
The indelible cruelty which once was,
Eats at the heart of a very warm love.
Hungry to fill that emotionless tap,
She's Quenched by the river of a poor sap.

Filled with hate, full of rage,
Trying just to write one more page.
He searches the earth, both near and far,
Pass the *****, gimme a **** bar.

Drown yourself in deadly sin,
Maybe your choices will do you in.
Can't believe it's come to this,
Losing the battle, slitting the wrist.

The light of his life just fills up the cave,
Where hatred and vengeance lead the way.
"Follow me," each one has said,
"We'll take you back to the land once lead."

He thought for a moment, sat for a day,
Pondering exactly what he should say.
Thank you my friends, thanks for the call,
But sometimes waiting, is the best move of all
Written by
PB Ward
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   stΓ©phane noir
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