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Oct 2014
Even now when I fear the anxiety of our hearts
still somehow beating as one,
your words breathe hope.
My love, I am pleading with the heavens
to preserve our love
I don’t understand clearness that is deceit
My pleas are reaching through the streets
through the autumn shadows
for your comfort
Our innocent beginning has failed us
Blind whispers forgotten with recklessness
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Anna
Written by
Anna  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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