Washing Away Misery

June 13, 2011
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I held the book in my hands,
And I kept the sorrow near.

I kept the words in my heart,
And it ate myself away.

I kept the songs in my head,
And cried endlessly again.

I kept the stories in my soul,
But they all fluttered away.

I found myself,
Dancing in the pouring rain.

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