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The darkness comes drifting through.
Settling upon my heart like the morning dew.
My salty tears are futile, few,
And I think the color to describe this should be darker than blue.

Corners are my refuge,
I seek them to think
Because this darkness becomes an ocean
And in it, I'm starting to sink.

The water, darkness,
It's rushing into my ear, my ear,
air, I need air
Breaking through to the surface
Faintly, ear clogged I can hear,
Take my hand,
You weren't born to break...




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Casual.dreamer said...
Jul. 10, 2011 at 4:51 pm:
wow im speechless.
 
Shayne replied...
Jul. 16, 2011 at 11:25 am :
Thank you so much
 
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Supriya said...
Jul. 10, 2011 at 9:07 am:
Incredibly awesome ! :)
 
Shayne replied...
Jul. 16, 2011 at 11:26 am :
Thank you, I really appreciate the feedback
 
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