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Eternity

By , Hainesport, NJ
The faded lines of eternity
Mirror the image of my old jeans
Soft and worn, with holes in the knees
Capturing, the crisp, fall breeze

Trekking down these endless lines
I see a flower, gently defined
It has withstood the test of time
The value of love, and the cost of crime

Drying an innocent child's tears
And chasing away their "monstrous" fears
Helps to numb the pain that sears
Through your heart when loved ones jeer

I mask myself with scowl and hood
And proclaim the pseudonym "Miss Understood"
I fear for friends, gone for good
And renounce the saying: "If only I could"

The faded lines of eternity





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