My Hidden Place

May 18, 2009
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It's not in his embrace,nor the front of his face
Ut's not with the hurting of her blame
It's been a while since I could feel peace
It's a place behind the cliff,where no one can see
The rocks are the perfect felt of grey
The waterfall is smooth as night as it sways
The vines and leaves of the jungle world
Line the painting in places and curls
Don't care that my dress has a long train
In the water,absorbing beauty...killing pain
The large,clear,lake of water ripples in the rain
Another whisper in my ear,"Sometimes it's ok to go insane."

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