December 18, 2009
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Lost in a world that ye called friend
But held in a solace that ye not mend
For what of this madness overtaken me
Is it not enough that it has taken ye
Behold the wonders of the seven worlds
Uplifted by the promise of words
What are words but ice cold letters
Held closer than the breath of a thousand lovers
Drift by as if the sound has shaken my foundation
Drowned by the crown that ye called mine
And yet I wait, reciting, praying, slowly losing frustration
Patience comes to me with the name of Time

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