Saddened Hopes

June 12, 2009
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Shaking, sitting on
The floor in which I weep in,
Sighing, crying, frown,

I hear foot steps come,
They come closer and closer,
Stop silence is among us,

The floor is cold chills,
Who travel along my spine,
Shivers sadden now,

A drop of hope rolls,
Streams down the bone of my cheek,
Froze upon my lip.

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