open suns

January 4, 2012
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This heart it aches, and longs for hope so out of reach
clamity strikes this forbiden love
ladens sit heavily on this heart
crude humor stalks this world
shadows are like veils covering a newborn child
life ripped out of your very hands
in a very gust of wind





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