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Lines from a Midnight Mind

November 1, 2009
By Emaka GOLD, West Medford, Massachusetts
Emaka GOLD, West Medford, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
A word is just a word until you give it meaning.


The clock struck its final hour
The wind whistles its warning
The soft sound of teardrops falling
A tortured soul, forgotten in the back alley of the night
The world to dust as it never was
Raptor eyes stare as the blackness opens and closes
Fighting the dark
Fighting the light
Is it all just nothing?


The author's comments:
I actually wrote this at midnight, it was really cool.

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