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The eyes of tearful past Gaze upward, past small faces I watch him He begins to rise himself Off the coldhearted bench Gazing through the distance Thoughts reoccur in his fading mind He lays back down Roaming, helpless and scarred He lost himself in fear, and that alone Links of steal and agony They fall beneath earth's eye What's left alone to pity Has nothing, than to die Tears of saddened hearts, They are, but a target The world, they are the darts Piercing happiness, in the eye He grazes, in weathered grass Throughout a darkened tranceless state Left to gather thoughts Expected sadness, on the contrary He is dead to the world What are you
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Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 10:32 AM UTC
The Silent Bench
The eyes of tearful past Gaze upward, past small faces I watch him He begins to rise himself Off the coldhearted bench Gazing through the distance Thoughts reoccur in his fading mind He lays back down Roaming, helpless and scarred He lost himself in fear, and that alone Links of steal and agony They fall beneath earth's eye What's left alone to pity Has nothing, than to die Tears of saddened hearts, They are, but a target The world, they are the darts Piercing happiness, in the eye He grazes, in weathered grass Throughout a darkened tranceless state Left to gather thoughts Expected sadness, on the contrary He is dead to the world What are you
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Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 10:32 AM UTC
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