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Love.

We were one,
now were none.
We march to the beat,
of the skeleton drum.
We continue to search,
and fail to find.
We hope that love,
will save us in time.
We don't know how,
or when or where.
The angels are weeping,
and I don't even care.
True love eludes us,
it is hard to find.
I am so confused,
I need a sign.




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JessesAngel said...
today at 5:45 am:
I like the confusion in this poem; it's familiar. good job :)
 
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Aug. 2, 2010 at 2:01 am:
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Aug. 2, 2010 at 7:14 pm :
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