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Oct 2014
Look in my eyes
A vacant view​
Hopefully you will recognize

I have lost sight of truth
In the midst of woe
Lost divinity from my time with you

Now I am on the run and go
Leaving behind my sense of wonder
This plight freezes me and strikes a blow

I cannot help but feel this blunder
Cloak my humanity
And pull me under

Stuck with scarce vanity
In a fastened state
Clinging to my sanity

I know if I wait
My conscience will reap
What is left of my solemn face

A beauty I will meet
And she will surely see
Clay Skeeters
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Clay Skeeters  Tyler Texas
(Tyler Texas)   
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